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I scanned the hall. Nobles gaped at me, all looking frozen as their faces slackened in disbelief. Even Fashire's siblings wore expressions of naked shock and awe.
The old woman's mouth worked soundlessly for several seconds before she managed to speak.
"I—that is—the curse—"
"Curse? What curse?" My eyes widened.
They knew about this?!
There was only more stunned silence in response to my question.
"What is the meaning of this?" I pressed, looking at Fashire.
He came back to himself with a visible effort, his expression smoothing into something harder.
"Later," he gruffly said before turning to the old woman. "Proceed."
She flinched and nodded rapidly, her hands trembling as she arranged the rest of what was on the dais, which she had unknowingly scattered.
I wanted to spit out more questions and press for answers, but now was not even the time.
Once this was done—
