A trick of the moonlight made it look as if the girl’s stone eyes looked down at her. Light sparkled silver on a stone tear, and glistened on the tears on Kettricken’s face. Nighteyes padded lightly up, leaped weightlessly upon the dais and leaned his head against Kettricken’s leg with a tiny whine. ‘Hush,’ she told him softly. ‘Listen. Can you hear her weeping? I can.’ I did not doubt it, for I could feel her questing out with the Wit, more strongly than I had ever sensed it from her before.
