(eng) Pam Uphoff - Wine of The Gods 11 by God of Assassins

Author:God of Assassins [Assassins, God of]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Winter 1393, day 9

Karista, Kingdom of the West

Indigo took every bit of advice and turned it on its head. She jumped down stairs, rode her poor horse hard and fast, pulled up power and did things without channeling, but despite the monumental headache it was as useless as all the herbal teas she ought to be avoiding.

The Prince was to be buried in a fancy, partly public, ceremony, in three weeks.

There was no rush, the freezing weather was holding on. Not that they couldn't get a hole dug if they really wanted to. But the royal tradition of returning to the earth, rather than erecting elaborate above ground mausoleums was reason enough for delay. Some people said it was to give Prince Staven time to recover. Others that they wanted to catch the murderer, and put the suspicions to rest with the prince.

Closed coffin. She'd heard that they'd killed and cut open every lizard for miles around the Inn, to find all the pieces.

The last balls of the Winter Season had been cancelled.

She stood in line to parade past the closed coffin with the rest of the family, paying her respects. Such as they were.

Dusty had been staying with her, and they had been practicing with Mihaela . . . Indigo had dragged the rest of her triad to the viewing. As she walked in, several of the Members of the Council stomped out of a back room and opened the Crown Prince's coffin.

"Some of us need to know." The Councilor looked down and paled. "Lizards killed him? Lizards?"

"They are reported to be very large lizards, sir."

"Who would believe such a thing?"

Indigo averted her eyes and shuffled past, Lord Hell's arm went around her shoulder and he kept himself between her and the coffin. Mihaela was the only one who cried. What a softy.

Back outside, Nik spotted them and brought up the carriage. Tir jumped down and opened the doors and Lord Hell handed her in first, then Dusty, and then Trump. Then the other sisters.

Hell was very quiet through the rest of the ride, and when they returned to the Temple Grounds where their corridor home was placed, insisted that she and Dusty needed to see Lady Gisele.

Trump was frowning at him. "Whatever for?"

"Everyone was looking at them. The crowds outside, the people in line. We need to find out."

He swung up to the driver's bench, and Nik steered the carriage toward the spot on the marble wall that Lord Hell pointed at. The mares trotted smartly through, onto the rough ground around the grange barn. They swung onto the road and drove down to the new inn. Indigo had grown up on the island, but visited here so often . . . Lady Gisele's herb garden was fragrant even in winter. It smelled like home.

She was young and beautiful today, and looked thoughtfully at the two girls. "Trump, you need to start steering your girls away from these orgies. I think one man, one time should be your rule.

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