feel small,” Blue said in a low voice.
Stepping into the Knights’ Room—the room that Ormé said was above the Boar’s Mouth Temple—I had to agree. Gray marble floors supported massive obsidian pillars that led up to a ceiling of overlapping large mirrors. The mirrors reflected the great centerpiece at the heart of the room: an enormous round table. And by round table, I mean the Round Table.
The mahogany wonder must’ve been thirty feet in diameter. There were fifty tall-backed chairs surrounding it, each constructed from dark wood with a navy velvet seat and back cushion. While all the chairs were carved with fine designs, one seat at the other end of the table was significantly larger and more intricate. I drifted toward it, running my fingers along the backs of the chairs as I went.
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