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of you to come here for one of two reasons: either Deborl is an immediate threat to you, or there’s no question where your loyalties lie. But everyone else? We don’t know. We have to assume they’re with Deborl.”
    Forty people against the world.
    They began muttering among themselves, and I caught Sam’s eye. He flashed a sad smile, like he knew I thought this was hopeless.
    “So what do we do?” Lorin asked. “We won’t change everyone’s minds about newsouls, or siding with Deborl. Not even if we can find proof that he killed half the Council. He’ll convince them he did the right thing.”
    “Like I said, we leave.” I bent to pick up my SED, and put it into my pocket as I sat. “I’ve already been exiled.” Did that still stand if half the Council was dead? “I want newsouls to leave, too, for their protection. As for the rest of you? You can stay, or you can go with the newsouls. They’ll need your help.” Assuming they could travel far enough from Range in the event of an eruption. If the only way to stop the eruption was to stop Janan, then the future looked very bleak. But I would try, even if it killed me. “The safest thing for everyone—newsouls and oldsouls alike—is to go far, far away.”
    “Then we all go—where?” Lidea asked.
    I shook my head. “Talk with Whit and Orrin about where the safest place will be. Far away. That’s all I can guess.” I pressed my mouth into a line and glanced at Sam, who just looked sad. “There’s something else I have to do, so I won’t be going with you. Not the whole way, at any rate.”
    “Where Ana leads, I follow.” Sam managed a half smile.
    “I’m going with Ana and Sam, too.” There was a deeper meaning in Stef’s words. She was the only one other than Sam and me who knew what Janan was, and what he did to newsouls. The time she’d spent inside the temple had opened her mind, shattering the memory magic that had kept her ignorant for five thousand years.
    “I—I’ll go, too.” Sarit met my gaze. “I’m not completely sure what’s going on, but I want to be part of this.”
    “Thank you.” Maybe it shouldn’t have relieved me to know Sarit and Stef were coming on what would no doubt be a dangerous mission, but it did. Stef was Sam’s best friend, and Sarit was mine. They would help. They would make the journey more bearable.
    “I’ll go along, too.” Whit looked at his hands. “Maybe an archivist will be useful.”
    “You will.” If I managed to get the temple books again—and I had to try before I left—Whit might be able to help translate.
    “I . . .” Orrin dithered, looking between Geral and Whit.
    “You’ll go with Geral,” Whit said. “And Ariana. They need you.”
    Orrin nodded.
    “I’m going to stay,” Armande said. “Someone needs to stay here and keep an eye on Deborl.”
    Stef nodded, but from the edge of my sight, I caught Sam looking down. Armande was his father in this life, and they were close friends as well. He’d lost Councilor Sine, and now he was losing Armande.
    “I’m sorry.” Armande didn’t look at Sam or meet anyone’s eyes. “It sounds cowardly that I don’t want to go, but—”
    “It’s not cowardly,” I said. “It’s brave. It’s going to be dangerous here. You’ll have to hide. There will be constant earthquakes. You won’t even be able to stay at home or open your pastry stall, because Deborl knows we’re friends.”
    Armande nodded. “I understand.”
    “Then it’s settled,” Stef said. “Everyone but Armande leaves.”
    “What about Emil?” Whit asked. “He should come, too.”
    Emil the Soul Teller wasn’t in the library.
    Stef shook her head. “No one else. We don’t know who might be working with Deborl.”
    “Emil wouldn’t. And neither would Darce. There are lots of people we should take.” Whit stood and faced Stef. “We can’t leave them behind.”
    “I agree with Whit,” Orrin said.
    “Of course you do.” Stef rolled her eyes.