“That cannot—”

Corinn held up a finger as he began to interrupt. Oddly, something stopped him. He himself did not seem to know what, and his stone eyes did not move at all. But he paused, and she continued. “You will tell everybody, and have them speak, so that my words are spoken by a million tongues. I don’t trust many people. I have no allies who would not abandon me. The few who would be true to me—Mena, Dariel—doubt me. It pains me that this is true, but it is. I love them, though. They don’t know it, but I even need them. I need them to be the people they are.”

She had not thought to say that earlier, but now that she did, she knew it was true. It really was true. For a moment, the emotion of it choked her. And then she wanted to say more.

“Mena, the goddess of rage who is also so kind, with her sword and wings … how can I not love her and want her free to be who she is? And Dariel. I don’t know what’s become of him, but I love him, and I wouldn’t want him to be anything other than what he is either. Even Aliver, if he were still among us, I’d welcome with all his ideals and plans. I might have to fight with him, but they are my family. My blood.”

She thought of Hanish for a moment, but not in the way she wanted to. She pushed it back and calmed her voice and said, “You’re not my blood. So I don’t care what is in your heart. I care what comes out of your mouth, and I think only of how it will help me protect the Known World. You, Barad, are going to be one of my staunchest allies.”

“Never.”

Corinn launched herself at him. Big, gangly as he was, she smashed into him, grasping his head in her arms. “Your mind is mine!” The man fought against her for a moment. He drew back a mallet of a fist, cocked, and began to bring it forward, until she slipped her thumbs around and pressed them against his stone eyes. The fist froze. His body went limp, as if she held the center of him and he could do nothing.

“Your mind is mine,” Corinn repeated. “Listen, and don’t deny it.”

Early that evening Corinn went to the gardens of Mena’s region of the palace. Though she felt the fatigue of the song she had sung for Barad, Corinn knew there was more left in her. And there were two more things she had to do before she rested. Tonight was the night for it. She felt full of resolve, powered by a measure of certainty, and she planned to see it through.