She watched Hal raise a golden cup and swallow fine Liantine wine, and then he held the goblet toward Mareka. After she drank, Holy Father Dartulamino accepted the goblet and raised his hands in blessing. “May the Thousand Gods look over your union, Halaravilli ben-Jair and Mareka Octolaris. May your union be fruitful and prosperous. May you bring glory to First God Ait and all the Thousand Gods. And let us say, Amen.” The assembled witnesses mouthed the word, Amen, and then Dartulamino gathered up the spring-green shawl that had cloaked the shoulders of the bride and groom. Farso stepped forward to congratulate his lord, and he bowed toward his new queen. Mareka blushed prettily at the attention, but then she glanced at the sun, which stood directly overhead. “I beg your pardon, lords and ladies, Holy Father. The octolaris must be fed. It grows close to their time.” She moved toward her cabin, sheltered in the foredeck, but then she looked back to the Morenians.
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