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The
Reverend
Mother
held
out
both
hands
,
palms
pushing
the
air
toward
Alia
.
“
What
is
happening
here
?
”
the
Emperor
demanded
.
“
Child
,
can
you
truly
project
your
thoughts
into
the
mind
of
another
?
”
“
That
’
s
not
how
it
is
at
all
,
”
Alia
said
.
“
Unless
I
’
m
born
as
you
,
I
cannot
think
as
you
.
”
“
Kill
her
,
”
the
old
woman
muttered
,
and
clutched
the
back
of
the
throne
for
support
.
“
Kill
her
!
”
The
sunken
old
eyes
glared
at
Alia
.
“
Silence
,
”
the
Emperor
said
,
and
he
studied
Alia
.
“
Child
,
can
you
communicate
with
your
brother
?
”
“
My
brother
knows
I
’
m
here
,
”
Alia
said
.
“
Can
you
tell
him
to
surrender
as
the
price
of
your
life
?
”
Alia
smiled
up
at
him
with
clear
innocence
.
“
I
shall
not
do
that
,
”
she
said
.
The
Baron
stumbled
forward
to
stand
beside
Alia
.
“
Majesty
,
”
he
pleaded
,
“
I
knew
nothing
of
—
”
