“None of that. We’ll simply leave. The old treaty will remain in effect, such as it is.”
“You would abandon us?” Twoson asked Atty, looking her in the eyes.
Slowly she nodded. “There is nothing here for me anymore,” she told him, holding tightly onto her husband for support. “My real family is gone. The home I had here is no longer mine. Yulen is my family now. He is my home.”
To everyone’s surprise, Tory Kalich got to her feet and loudly called for their attention, pounding the table adamantly with her fist.
“Enough of this! Enough, Twoson! Enough, Collier! I for one am sick and tired of the Council, with their insufferable male pride, making life or death decisions for us when we have no say in them! Time and again D’Jacques has come to us with hand outstretched, and ever
