"Where am I?" I shoved the thin blanket off and flung the hut door open. "Xinlan?" a woman called from the yard. "You awake? You scared us half to death." My knees wanted to wobble. They didn't. I counted the floor planks, the cracks in the mud wall, the neat bundle of herbs by the stove. I felt wrong and right at the same time. "She looks small," someone said. "Is she—nine? Ten?" "Don't guess," Wang Xiu hissed. "Bring water, quick." "Xinlan," I said. My voice came out thin. Higher than I expected. It sounded like a child's voice, not mine. "Her voice is back," Zhou Feng said as if proving a point. "She survived the fall then." "She fell in the river?" Grandfather's voice was low and steady. "Who watched her?" "No," Wang Xiu snapped. "She collapsed in the field, not the river. The healer said exhaustion." "Good," someone muttered. "We can't have trouble." I let them fuss. Pretending to be weak would buy time. I had to know what I had, where I was, and who I could use. "Do you remember anything?" Wang Xiu asked as she poured cool water into a bowl and held it to my lips. "Name," I managed. "Zhou Xinlan." "That's right." She guided the water to my mouth with a practiced hand. "Drink. Eat something. Old Sun will be here any minute." "I can stand," I said. My legs obeyed. They felt small and quick