Chapter fifteen
Silent Brigga’s DreamThe Numen says somberly, it is too late to do anything now. Moera has already woven the design for this Gyretime. We will have to live with it, whether ‘tis pleasing or no.
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Tristan looked up from his book, unable for the moment to concentrate on the mathematics exercises his tutor had assigned, and sighed profoundly. When he had been made king, he naturally assumed his life would be a great deal more exciting than it had been in the past. He had imagined addressing the Deputies in the opulent Chamber with stirring words, attending high-level cabinet meetings where important matters of state were discussed, and traveling through the countryside in luxury, while visiting his grateful subjects. None of these things had come to pass. Instead, he
