Chapter 16
My surroundings fade back into awareness as the initial shock subsides. Irian is grinning.
“Explain,” I demand.
“I apologize,” Irian says, laughing. “I don’t often see people look that horrified.”
“Are you going to explain or not?”
“You knew them, didn’t you?”
No. It can’t be them. This can’t be my world. It’s impossible. No, no, no, no, no.
“Do you know what the priests just said?” This isn’t happening.
Irian laughs so hard he cries. Nearby monks cast us offended glances. “I know enough of the Old Tongue to guess.”
The priests continue their ceremony with all due pomp and seriousness.
“Do they?!” I say, almost outraged.
It’s a few minutes before Irian is able to answer. “No. I haven’t told them. Not until I was sure.”
If this is who their holy scriptures are based o
