Chapter 43
“It is the oldest piece of art in the entire cathedral. The only piece that survived the collapse of the previous cathedral a few decades ago.” Ulanain gestured to the stained window held free of any mounting, suspended in a glass cylinder in the center of the hall. From the corner of his eye, he tried watching Vivianna for any indication of interest; he found none. “The Pennetant Child.”
“Ulanain,” Vivianna drawled. “Are you really comfortable with so many eyes around?”
The countess motioned lazily to the retinue of six guards arrayed around the pair in a semicircle. For the last few days, Guard General Rain had increased those assigned to safeguard his royal personage and had offered no explanation for it. Off against the wall, uniquely away from the semicircle of on edge c
