For a heartbeat, the eastern sea was quiet.
Then the walls erupted.
"HALDIS!"
A soldier on the eastern battlements shouted it first, with his spear raised over his head. The man beside him joined in. Then the whole wall.
"HALDIS! HALDIS! HALDIS!"
The chant rolled along The Wall and spread into the harbor. Sailors on the docks took it up. Even the crews loading Hell Stones into the bronze towers paused to bang their crates against the stone in rhythm.
Simon glanced at Veyra.
She rolled her eyes.
"She's become something of a celebrity," Veyra said. "Children in the lower terraces play at being her. She hates it though."
"She doesn't look like she hates it."
Out over the water, Haldis hadn't even turned toward the walls. She was watching the churning patch of steam where the Leviathan had fallen.
"That's how she hates it," Veyra said.
Near the gap in The Wall, Seraya raised her hand. Her silver crescents flared back to life around her.
