TWENTY ONE: DIANA’S LEGACY
A hard, driving, black rain ground the villagers’ progress to a snail’s pace for the next twenty hours. Primus stood in the downpour, wincing every time lightning shattered the sky. An assistant, appointed to aid Primus’ new position as fortress planner, held a mobile canopy over his head, sheltering him from the deluge.
The aftermath of Blott’s episode in the woods had devastated Primus’ credibility with the council. The only reason he was still in a position of power at all was because of his past reputation. Completely tearing him from grace after so many years of respectability would have been unthinkable, especially given that some of the community still wanted to believe in him.
Having said that, his deceit had caused a ripple in the village even he doub
