Solwen of Teastone Glass was not a radical girl. She supposed she knew those who were, or who would have liked to be: A neighbor, some few months older than Solwen’s seven years, who sulked over the varied freedoms she perceived her brothers had that she did not. A woman three roads down who habitually wore trousers everywhere, meditation services at week’s beginnings excepted. Even her adolescent cousin, Livette, who insisted on introducing herself as Livette Teastone, flouting the convention that family names were given to males and married women only. In a place as metropolitan as was Walzscoria’s royal city of Pompion, it was only to be expected that some minority of the population would display deviant attitudes on one point or another, and that a percentage of that minority might include those who were dis...

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