Was the church’s echo increasing for her?
My gaze traveled over the grey walls and high vaulted ceilings as if they held the answer.
“You know, with a system behind the madness,” the Hag continued, pulling me out of my thoughts. “You recognize that, even though you believe that he’s a power-abusing tyrant who kills too often and too early.” She didn’t seem concerned at all by that. “But obviously, you did see a change,” she pointed out easily. “That death, like all things in life, is not one hundred percent bad.” Again, the shadow between her fingers twirled. “Besides,” she added almost as an afterthought. “The King is less spooky than the Grim Reaper, so you obviously lost some of your fear from me as well.”
For a moment, she paused, tapping her tongue to her two yellow-brown teeth, as
