She can feel the outrage, the rhythm of Hunter’s life, in Bekele’s Ethiopia, his London; in Kyriakos and Megalos; in Athenais and her demons and her dead son: this is how Hunter saw the System, this bitter mix. And Gnomon, Smith’s so-clever device, was stolen, in her estimation, by Hunter’s mind: the cuckoo’s egg hatching to reveal not a cuckoo at all, but another bird altogether.