Then the singing changed.
It was a small change. The woman in blue lifted her chin slightly and let her voice climb to a higher note, and held it. Every voice in the plaza climbed with her. A thousand people, all on the same note, all at once.
Seul felt the air shift around her.
In the crowd below, hands began to rise. Not all of them. Maybe twenty or thirty, scattered through the rows. The woman from the storehouse who could thicken the air. A man with wind curling around his fingers. The girl who had whipped the water out of the pool. The young man who had stood behind his invisible shield on the rooftop. Others she didn't know.
They moved together. Exactly together, as if one person were moving thirty bodies.
