A fruit tree is growing in the alleyway next to a five story apartment in the Poor Quarter. Its roots push aside flagstones and twist around the rusty water pump, unneeded and forgotten.

The tree had grown from a sprouted seed pit that fell from the window of the top floor. A Priest Of Many Gods and a Retired King live there. It is a humble place for such important women, but the tree is not concerned with them.

It just drinks the sunlight, and drinks the rain water that soaks into the stony ...