The snow had not stopped.
It came down across Creslan's Moncruir District in a steady curtain, and through it Solenne Von Castellane walked like the weather like it was nothing.
She held the standard at her right side. The pole caught the grey morning light and the flag moved with the wind and the ten crests on it were visible from a distance that made bystanders stop before they understood why they were stopping. The Elercross crest sat where it sat and said what it said and Solenne did not look at it because she didn't need to.
Arthur walked on her left. Cael on her right. Veris two steps behind with her hands loose at her sides. Thalon gripping his sword.
