The fleeing former-nobles spread word of the desecration of the altar and the apprehension of the priest and the lower classes—already hungry and desperate—were pushed to their limits. At the top of the hill Mirella had looked back and saw the swarms of people move through Ariste’s winding roads,...
The suddenness of it all left her little time to think or understand, but she stated, quite loudly and firmly, "I’m sorry! I didn’t know this place was taken!" She heard no words from them, though they were far from silent. Their screams were manic, laced with pure hatred and venom. They did not ...