“Definitely a bonfire. A pyre is for mourning. Tyrants get burned like last year’s dead leaves. Especially tyrants whose bodies have disappeared when Drusan has already seized power. It was ramping up to quite the party by the time I left.” Magnus’ words were light. His expression was haunted. I still had my arms around him. I patted him again. “Whoever they’re burning, it’s not me,” I said. “Mm,” he said. “Probably dug out the shortest guy in the dungeon, put a wig on him and dressed him in your robes.
