I cringed at the utterance of the Pale Queen’s name, but did not correct them. I realised that they did not fear to speak her name. “Mab won’t notice, brother. She’s far too busy starting up that feud again with the Abyssal Lords. The winter Masquerade out of season, the fox hunt tomorrow.” “It is all very old fashioned.” He paused and savoured a crystal grape from the ivy. “Still, she could be trying to snub the Green King or the Lady of Iron. She hates a lot of people. Comes from being quite so old.” “We both remember when the sun was lashed to a chariot, brother.”
