The Cathedral of the Gods was…


    Fuck you, bitch.


    “I told you not to worry. You were just checking for numbers. I’m checking for who.”


    At last, the choir appeared at the back of the nave. They marched forward in silence, followed by various priests or deacons or… Quilla had no idea what their titles were, just that they were all robed in clerical attire. At their back came Patriarch Ardon and then the pall-bearers with Garet’s casket.


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    She gathered her courage back again and proceeded down from the pulpit. Once she was back in her place by Garet’s casket, she could get a better look. It would be an obvious look, but it would be a better look and she was wiling to take it even if he noticed her doing it.


    If it was Dyle, maybe Zandrue had noticed him.


    Please, gods, let Zandrue notice him.