When Selenay showed interest in their lives, their homes, and their families, they swiftly warmed to her. When she showed them that she was not that different from them, they took her to their hearts. The firelight shone on their young faces, and Alberich tried not to think about how very young they were, how it was certain that some of them would not be going back to those homes and families. It wrung his heart; he reminded himself that they would only be worse off if war had come to their little farms, and they had to face it all untrained.

“But what about now?” she asked finally, looking around. “Your lieutenant is obviously a fine officer—”

“The best, Ma’am!” said one stoutly, and young Chorran blushed.

She nodded with earnest satisfaction. “If there is anything you need, then I’m sure she’ll see to it. But are you getting enough to eat—”

“Well, no one and nothin’ is gonna fill up Koan, there—” said one fellow slyly, and the rest laughed; this was evidently a joke of long standing among them. “But barrin’ that, it ain’t home, here, but we’re all right, Ma’am.”

She looked at each earnest, friendly face in turn, and Alberich watched them watching her, intent on her. It was clear that she had it, that subtle charisma that marked her sire. She had more than their attention; she had won their loyalty.

“My father and I want you all to get home again,” she said softly, as the firelight made a golden halo of her hair, giving her, had she but known it, a slightly ethereal look. “We want that more than anything. And we want you to go right on gathering mushrooms every spring, chestnuts and potan roots every fall, telling tales beside the fire every winter. But that isn’t going to happen if they win.”

Nods all around, each of them looking as if they were hearing this for the first time, even though it was hardly news to any of them.

“But we have what they’ll never have,” she continued, holding her young head high, her pride in them showing in every word. “They don’t have a home and they don’t want to trouble to build one for themselves; they want to steal ours. They don’t have families, even, so Alberich says.” She gestured at Alberich, who contented himself with looking somber. “And I’d feel sorry for them, I’d even invite them to come settle if they’d just asked us! That’s what we’re all about, is Valdemar—we don’t keep people out if all they want is peace! That’s the way we’ve always been, haven’t we?”

Murmurs of assent, with a growl under it.

Good.