And that would have restarted the civil war, Cora said from beside Emeline.
Better to have a war than to live beside those who hate us, Asha said. Who have done such things to us as can never be forgiven.
Vincente put it in more measured terms, but wasnt much more helpful. This is a place where we have built a community, Emeline. This is a place where we can be sure we are safe. I have no doubt that Sophia has good intentions, but that is not the same thing as being able to change things.
Emeline had to fight back the urge to shout at them for their stupidity. Cora must have seen that, because she put a hand on Emelines arm.
It will be fine, she whispered. Theyll see sense eventually.
What you call sense, Asha snapped from the other side of the stone circle, I call a betrayal of our people. We are safe here, not out in the world.
Emeline shot her an angry glance. Asha couldnt have heard Coras whisper from there, which meant that shed read Coras mind. That was more than rude; it was dangerous, especially when Asha had been the one to teach Emeline how to pull memories out of someone.
People are free to come and go if they wish, Vincente said. If Sophia really does deliver a kingdom where our kind are free, people will come of their own accord, without the need for emissaries.
And what will it look like until then? Emeline replied. What will it look like when all those with gifts are hidden away, as if they are ashamed of them? Will it look like we are no threat, or will it give people space to claim that we are plotting in secret? For the old rumors to reappear?
The hardest part about the crowd around them was that it was impossible for Emeline to gauge what effect her words were having. With another crowd she could have reached out for the feel of their thoughts, or at least listened to them talking to one another. Here, the conversations were silent things of thoughts flickering back and forth, well directed enough that she wasnt a part of it.
Perhaps you have a point, Vincente said.
They do not, Asha replied. They are the ones who have made us less safe, by making it so that people know where we are.
We havent told anyone, Cora said.
Asha snorted. As if they couldnt have taken it from your head. If you werent sent by the queen, Id take every thought you have for that.
No, Aidan said, putting a protective hand on Coras shoulder. You wouldnt.
Vincente stood, his full height more than impressive enough to calm things. Thats enough bickering. Asha, the new defenses will be more than enough to protect us, even if people find us. As for the rest of it I suggest a seeing.
A seeing? Emeline asked.
Vincente made a gesture that encompassed the crowd around them. We join our minds together, and we see what will result from each action. It is not perfect, but it will help us to decide what we must do.
The idea of joining her mind to so many others was a worrying one, but if it would give her a chance to persuade them, Emeline wasnt going to hold back.
All right, she said. How do we do it?
Simply connect your mind to the others, Vincente sent. They are waiting.
Emeline reached out with her gift, and now she could feel the minds of those around the circle waiting for her. They were open now in a way they had not been before. She took a breath and plunged in amongst them.
She was herself, and not herself, both an individual mote of thoughts and the larger cloud of them that drifted together. With so many of them in one place, there was power here that was more than one person could ever have possessed. That power drifted into focus, and Emeline felt Vincentes hand guiding it with what she suspected was skill borne of long practice.
Concentrate on the future, he sent. On seeing what will happen if
He didnt get further than that, because in that moment, a vision overtook them with the force of a forest fire.
There was fire in the vision. It flickered over the rooftops of Ashton, consuming, destroying. Soldiers in ochre uniforms marched through the streets, killing as they went. Emeline heard women screaming from inside houses, saw men cut down as they fled in the streets. The vision seemed to float through the streets, barely giving them all enough time to take in the carnage as they headed for the palace.
Around them, the destruction of Ashton made Emeline ache to watch it. The slaughter was horrific, but strangely, the loss of the places that shed grown up around was almost as bad. Seeing barges burn on the river made her think of the one shed tried to escape the city on. Seeing the marketplace filled with corpses instead of stalls made her heart break.
They reached the palace, and the Master of Crows was waiting. There was no mistaking who he was, in his old-fashioned long coat and with his birds circling. Even in this image, the sight of him made Emeline shudder, but she couldnt look away. She watched him marching through the palace, killing with such ease that it almost seemed inconsequential to him.
The image shifted, and he was standing on a balcony, a baby in his arms. Instinctively, Emeline knew that it was Sophias child. There was a shine to her that reminded her of Sophias thoughts, and Emeline wanted to reach out to protect the child.
There was nothing she could do here, though, except watch as the Master of Crows lifted the baby, as he held her above his head. As the crows came down to feed
Emeline gasped as she snapped back into her body, her heart racing. Around the circle, she could see other people looking up, stunned or shaken. She knew theyd seen all the same things that shed seen. That had been the point of it.
We have to help them, Emeline said, as soon as she had enough breath to do it.
What? Cora asked. Whats happening?
The Master of Crows is going to burn Ashton, Emeline said. Hes going to kill Sophias baby. We saw it in a vision.
Instantly, Coras expression was set. Then we have to stop him. Emeline saw her look around the circle of people. We have to stop him.
You want more of our people to die for you? Asha demanded, from the far side of the circle. Didnt enough fall just to give your friend the throne?
I have heard of this man, Vincente said. To go against him would be dangerous. It is too much to ask.
Too much to ask that you help save a child? Emeline demanded, hearing her voice rise.
Not our child, Asha said.
Around them, the circle buzzed with thoughts. That only annoyed Emeline more, because it reminded her of just how much power there was in Stonehome.
Not yours? Emeline countered. She will be the heir to the throne. If you ever want this to be your kingdom rather than a place you hide from, shes your responsibility as much as anyone elses.
Vincente shook his head. What would you have us do? We cannot fight the whole of the New Army in Ashton.
Then bring the child here, Emeline replied. Bring everyone here. Ashton might fall, but this is a safe place. It was designed to be safe. You said yourself that there were new defenses.
Defenses for us, Asha replied. Walls of power that take great effort to maintain. Should we protect a citys worth of people who cannot contribute to that? Who have always hated us?