Tiana’s POV
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My throat hurts, my lips are dry, my legs feel numb, and my dress is soaked with my sweat. I have been reciting the Goddess’s prayer two hundred and seventy-six times. The sun has come down and yet this annoying old man, along with Anita, will not allow me to stop.
Who is this old man, anyway? He acts as if he is part of the royal family. He even starts ordering the knights about and Bifta would just let him. Knights have brought a chair for the old man to sit yet when I wanted to ask for a chair too, the old man scolded me to not stop praying.
Even my voice has become barely a whisper by the time we get to three hundred recitations. And to think I still have another seven hundred to recite…
Looking down, I see the priest has not moved an inch from the ground. He lays h
