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The rest of the day passed all too quickly. Maud flew back in time for the Festival Feast, an event no one had even thought of in the chaos of the previous evening. But as things had settled down, the feast had been rescheduled for tonight, the final night of the Midwinter Festival. The proclamations of Toriana’s death, Sasharia’s ascension to the throne, and Jondarian’s appointment as her regent had all been written, affixed with the royal seal, and stowed in shamans’ bags ready for their journeys home on the morrow.
Jon and Sasha determinedly maintained their informality, knowing that this was their last chance before assuming the reins of office. But in truth, many people already felt self-conscious around them.
Now that most of the serious business of ministering to the wounded w
