“Why did they hang her?”
“How could she predict the dragon’s downfall? Obviously, she must have been a witch.”
“Then why is there a Jetarna Day?”
“The threat’s gone. There are no witches, and there are no dragons. People love to believe in the unseen, they love a martyr, and they love the excuse to drink and revel. The dragons haven’t returned, Lady Elanor. Superstition and wild imaginations have.”
I think of the bit of scale around Raina’s neck, and of the two scales in my satchel. “And what do you make of the dragon scales? Where do you suppose they come from?”
His eyes narrow wickedly. “I deal in dragon scales. It’s how I made my fortune.”
“You don’t believe in dragons, but you sell the scales and make money off of superstition and wild imagination? Why do you contribute money to
