“That’s a thing? I will. But just between the two of us? You can call me…Sidheag. Who knows? Perhaps we’ll meet again.”

The [Princess] tapped her lips thoughtfully.

“Sidheag. Now there’s an interesting name. Cara is so…plebian.”

The [Singer] rolled her eyes.

“What are you talking about, milady? I’m just a simple young woman, a [Singer]. Cara’s a fine name for a nobody. Me? I’ll see what I want to do. When I’m ready, I’ll find you on a grander stage. And I’ll come back. I promise.”

She turned. Seraphel watched her slowly walk across the ground, pretending to be going for a stroll, and then copying a brisk, no-nonsense walk as if she were a [Soldier] on patrol. Then, when she passed the camp, past the ghost who smiled and lifted his voice—she raised one hand and just began to walk down the road that led out of Afiele.

Seraphel raised her own hand, though the young woman never turned her head. She watched the

[Singer] disappearing down the road. Just looking around. Taking in the somber beauty of Afiele. Finding what was good amid the terrible.

The young woman walked off, humming a song under her breath. A walking song, with no words anyone knew but her. Beneath Afiele, the dead were laid to rest. But while she walked—they woke for a moment.

Listening to the song.

End of Gravesong, Book 1 of the Singer of Terandria series.