“Bibe positis genibus ad regalium pedes, dum in throno beato insident semel agnita a stellis coronatio et subdita ense Gildii notetur,” I read aloud. “What does it mean?” Darcy asked excitedly, leaning closer. “It’s instructions,” I said, my own heart ticking quicker at finding anything at all, even if it wasn’t the answer we needed. “Drink while kneeling at the feet of the royals as they perch upon a blessed throne once their coronation has been acknowledged by the stars, and be marked as their subject with the sword of the Guild.”
