”Balling his hands into fists, Tristan shook them at the sky. ”“Of course, Your Grace,” Einar answered. Tristan frantically turned to look at Wigg and the acolytes. CHAPTER LXXI“IT IS BY THIS RITUAL THAT THESE TWO SHALL BE JOINED, and may their union never berent asunder,” Tristan announced as he read from the wrinkled parchment.
“What are you doing?” Tyranny demanded. The two mystics seemed topossess a quiet, innate power. Or perhaps the palace had been attacked by other forces, Shailiha worried. Large candelabras hung from the rough-hewn rafters.
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