Outside, the sun was bright and heatless, and Margret and Ead were at the center of a commotion. They flanked Aralaq, who stood amid the curious onlookers with a sort of dignified exhaustion. When Sabran appeared, Ead curtsied, and the court followed suit. “Majesty.” Sabran raised her eyebrows. “Lady Nurtha.” Ead straightened, smiling.
