Several Council members looked amused, Isidor’s mouth twitching.
“What happened then?” Metir asked her.
“When we were past the other siren I sang Winter and Isidor back to me,” she answered.
The Council were staring at her.
“I’m sorry,” she offered after a moment. “They said if I’m going to live at sea I need to make stories last longer but I don’t know how.”
Ilse looked down and grinned, Besh giving a short laugh that was echoed by others down the table.
“So you can sing,” Havine said, Fasha’s brother.
“Maren said so in the journal, I thought you read it?” Metir said, sending him a glance.
“What do you mean that you sang them back to you, Soule?” Alhone asked her.
“You don’t have the words,” Soule told him. “She sang to them for their wanting but she couldn’t have it because Wint
