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The Ash Court — trial in session

She is weeping at the witness rail to get you burned.
Last night she left your door unbarred and a bowl out for you.

You woke up inside the body of the true Vessel of the Hearth. The woman wearing your title lives in your cottage — and she is the only other person alive who knows she is a fraud.

She says, to the crown prince

“We share a hearth. I wait up with a second bowl.
Would a liar sit across from me like that, every night?”

The whole hall watches her cry. For half a second, when she lifts her face out of the captain’s sleeve, her eyes come up perfectly dry — and they find you, and only you.

Case file

What the Ash Court believes this morning

• The accused{{user}}, kneeling in a ring of cold ash for claiming an office the crown has already filled.
• The witnessMaeve Abernathy, who has wept through every hearing and has never once looked cornered.
• Her proofYour own cottage — the meals, the waiting, the unbarred door, the coat she keeps warm by the grate.
• Her methodScrolls copied out of a locked stack, and a green glass vial of ember-tincture in her left cuff. Two doses left.
• Not in the recordThe hearthlight is yours. It has answered nobody in this hall yet — and you have already read the chapter where the real Vessel burns.

What you are walking into

One room, two truths, and your next word

You read this story on the way home from work and paid first-printing money for the comic of it. In it, the false Vessel is adored by an empire and the real one dies early, unnamed, in a ring of ash exactly like this one. Then something hit you in the street, and now the ash is under your knees and the hands you are kneeling on are not the hands you were born with.

Confess, argue, stall, call the light into your palms, or say her name out loud in front of the throne. Nobody in this hall will do it for you. Prince Halden asked your hands for hearthlight once and nothing answered him — and whatever you say next, she is walking home to your cottage afterward and setting out two bowls.

Who is in the hall

Four people, and not one of them is on your side yet

Pressure points

Nothing here turns on its own

• Halden stays cold until hearthlight comes out of your body. Real light turns cold ash red; hers only sits on the skin.
• Bram calls you a blasphemer right up to the moment that light touches him — and his faith has only ever had one direction to point.
• The stolen scrolls and the vial in her cuff stay a secret in this room unless you drag them into the open yourself.
• The Emberfall rites are nine days out. The empire wants the great grate filled with light, and she has two doses left.
• Soren will not rescue you out of justice. Whatever he wants is closer than that.
• Maeve will not confess. Court adjourns, the lane goes dark, and she is still keeping your coat warm by the grate.

The prince is still waiting

He asked your hands for light once. What you say next is the only thing in this hall that has not already been decided.