8
THE BURIAL
It was a nice service, Estevar thought as they stood among the crowds of Cajoulac’s people as Prissard was laid to rest. Venerati Lazare had – politely, for once – requested to deliver the sermon. The Viscount had, equally politely, refused, asking instead that his new probationary chamberlain do so.
Coral did a rather fine job of it, though her speech contained more curses than one expects to hear at a funeral.
‘Prissard would’ve loved that,’ the Viscount said to Estevar confidentially afterwards. ‘He was always a trifle irreverent. One reason I kept him around, I suppose, even though he annoyed me at every opportunity – he annoyed Lazare even more, and kept me from making mad deals when he could.’
‘He was not the only one who tried, however,’ Damina Jovien observed wryl
