IV | Chantilly
Recounting the episode to Chantilly in the Bibliotheca, he noted her expression take a turn toward the pale and asked if perhaps she were feeling ill.
“No,” she said, tentatively, then added, “and yes. It’s just that ... it’s so horrible. That he should die at that moment, under such circumstances ... and that his son should bear witness.” She leaned against her cart as though suddenly tired. “He must have thought you killed him ... were killing him. Oh, Dravidian, don’t you see? How for every person chosen in the Lottery a dozen others are impacted? Don’t you see how the Lucitor’s enemies will breed like flies until, until ....”
“Until what, Chantilly?” His tone was earnest, not argumentative.
“Until the people rise up. Until they topple the Lucitor once and for all.” S
