< There are choices which we must make for the public's own good, but which they would not understand, > the spirit said, putting her head to one side, though her expression remained hard. < That is why it would be inappropriate to share these hearings with the public. It is concerning that you do not seem to understand this. >

The Cynn looked at her over his shoulder, having forced his expression back into calm. He let her finish, and then turned his back again, replying coldly, < The people of Aetheri are not senseless children. Nor am I, for that matter, Grandmother. Now take your seats, or don't. Either way, I will begin transmitting momentarily. >

As he moved to transfer Sraddi to a metal perch sitting on the little table, he felt the sudden horrible sensation of many somethings--knives, swords, sharp blades--pointed at his back, mere inches away. It was so strong that he actually recoiled forward, away from their many points. He turned, all semblance of composure gone for the moment, such was the sudden fear that came over him--

But whatever he had expected, the Assembly members were only walking huffily from the room, muttering scathingly.