"That's my girl!"
In the sky right above the new center of the continent, nine seats were laid out in the same pattern that they had first been arranged when the first Council of the Sovereigns had been held.
One of the seats was empty, while the rest were filled with those who were avidly glued to a display trinket that was showing the scene of the cavern where the four women were facing off against each other.
They had been silent until now while the situation had been progressing, but some of the sovereigns had drawn sharp breaths when they saw the first unwilling betrayal of the Matron.
Yet, when Eloise spoke, all of them smiled, and Daneel could not stop himself from saying this with pride.
