Mercy's POVI'd known for nearly a year, longer than Elara probably realized, the particular quiet way a mother notices things before her child has found the courage to say them plainly.It started showing itself in small ways. The letters that arrived from the Hollow Fields more frequently than simple diplomatic correspondence required. The way she always volunteered, eagerly, whenever a reason arose to visit Rosalind's settlement. The careful, deliberate casualness with which she mentioned Wren's name, a young man who'd grown up in the Fields, two years older than Elara, the son of one of the families who'd stood in that first garden audience when Corin and I had come asking for trust we hadn't yet earned.I found her in the stable yard the morning after she'd told her father and uncle about Thessaly, saddling her own horse with the brisk efficiency she'd learned from years of insisting on doing things herself rather than waiting for help."You're riding out," I said."To the Fields
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