Roskvape

Tears welled in Lady Dagny's eyes, backed by a spark of fire. She didn't speak, and in the silence, only the jongleur's song could be heard. "Get up," Lady Dagny said edgily. Christabelle obeyed. "The Church's God preaches forgiveness regardless of the manner of offense." Sir Guy's wife glanced back at her guests and lowered her voice. "But the old gods would hold with nothing less than justice." The golden-haired woman slapped Christabelle across the face hard enough to leave an angry mark. The violent sound and motion spurred all the guests to their feet. Ill at ease, they stared at the scene. Welby stood among them, without the slight