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conversations.value:  I heard a quiet sound in the sea of noise. The pluck of a beautiful string.
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conversations.value:  Thane was playing the harp. At first, the sound was drowned out by the anger of the crowd, but then it started to reach people close to Thane, and then their silence spread. Like a wave flowing outward, the harp’s melody gradually replaced the jeers throughout the court. Some people threw rocks at Thane, while others sneered, but Thane ignored them all and kept playing. He just sat there and played, blood dripping down his face, and eventually, his harp was the only sound anyone could hear.
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conversations.value:  When he finished the song, he said quietly, “My people. Listen to this girl, just this one time. She has something to say.” His deep baritone was befitting of a king. Now the crowd, and even Arla, were quiet and listening.
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conversations.value:  “Rae Taylor, what do you have to say?” Thane prompted me.
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conversations.value:  “Thank you, King Thane.” I turned to face the crowd again. “Beloved people. What is your desire?” I selected my words carefully, controlling my facial expression, as I looked to the people around me. “Do you just want to kill aristocrats?” I asked. “I don’t think you do. What you truly desire is stability. Am I right?” The crowd looked restless. Murmurs of objection trickled through them. I continued, “Do you want to kill Dole and Claire, who worked harder than anyone to bring peace to us, the people?” As I’d expected, the objections started at once.
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conversations.value:  “We the people—!”
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conversations.value:  “You can’t fool us with empty words!”
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conversations.value:  “What’s your name?” The boy I addressed clammed up at once. I switched targets. “How about you, then, who threw the rock? Or you, next to him?”
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conversations.value:  “Uh…”
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conversations.value:  “You have names. You’re citizens of this kingdom. I want to hear what you have to say. Do you really want to kill Master Dole and Miss Claire, right here and now?” There were more murmurs, but no direct objections. Asking individuals for their names had temporarily disrupted the mind of the mob. “Certainly, many aristocrats disregarded the needs of the commoners. But these two are different.” I could tell the people were finally starting to listen to me. “If you execute them, will you be able to tell your children what you did with pride?
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