A single Secretary in the ass end of the outlands won’t undo all that—but I can pick at the seams, tell different stories. I can tell them of the shrike, who changed because she had to, and the sick bride, who did the same. I can tell them to mistrust the church and to leave their offerings in the hills, instead, for the strange new creatures that live there. If the kings come with their armies, we will have something better than hammers on our side.
