Chapter Thirty-Eight
Mistelle
was right. The compound was going about its normal day to day business. Once the news had gotten out about death, and that the ban on attending the faire had been lifted, the people in the compound readily accepted the change in regime, and life continued.
The vendors were discovered huddling in their tents at the far western end of the compound. After some questioning, it was found that was the one who had given the orders to serve poisoned dishes to clientele. Any vendor who didn’t faced severe punishment. With the old battle lord dead, that threat was gone, and the vendors were eager to go back to their jobs.
In the distance, the smoking remains of the two funeral pyres wafted upward into a clear morning sky. The sun was warm. Most of the snow had a
