A Prayer For Dead Kings And Other Tales - Plot & Excerpts
A latticed roof of black wicker cuts a cloudy twilight sky to grey haze, brighter beneath where evenlamps hang from posts along all four walls. The magical light of nobles and lords, a last testament to the status and wealth of whatever family line ends here in the aftermath of war. Then the scarred land was cleansed by the healing power of Druidas and Animys, and Aelathar herself traveled throughout all Gracia to lead the Druids in the reclamation of earth and soil, glade and stream burned through by the arcane force that Thoradun’s War-Mages had unleashed. The baths of Angarid sit in open air within the center of the four-armed quadrangle of the shrine. The White Pilgrim stands bent along the edge of the dark pool, sulfurous waters clinging as a crust of yellow to grimed marble. And for the love he granted her, Gilvaleus sent Nàlwyr as the captain of Aelathar’s company, and Nàlwyr swore to his King that no hurt should come to her while he breathed, and that in the union of Noble King and Fair Queen was found the beauty that would be the reflection of a land made whole again.
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