“The Singsong comes to tell the Siblin Council that Maren’s dead and we have brought his journal to be added to the Library,” Winter said. “And to present Maren’s daughter, Soule, who wears his Tal, to Siblin as our anthata.”
Without comment, Besh immediately rose, going to the end of the table as another Siblin walked in from the back bringing a huge tomb, the book very old, setting it down, opening it, turning the pages delicately.
Out of the corner of his eye, Isidor saw Havish lean forward, an expression of surprise and dismay on his face.
“The Siblin Council regrets your loss and thanks you for returning your father’s journal to the Library,” Ilse said, his voice clear in the room. “Soule’s name is entered into the Siblin Ledger as Maren’s daughter and anthata of The Singsong and h
