Though nothing had changed in the megaron since the eclipse, it was more resplendent with its true king on the dais. It was the first time Meshki-Angasher had sat upon his throne in weeks. Even with ash upon his brow and in drab linen garments, marks of mourning for his late wife, an air of authority still rolled off him in waves.
Yesterday when the king had Ahsan and Nirah taken back to the palace, Ahsan wasn’t sure if it was as a prisoner or guest. All that mattered was that he was no longer condemned. The serving hands had assured Ahsan his meeting with the king would be small, but, looking around him, apparently they had different definitions of the word. Though not the entire crowd, a sizable portion of yesterday’s onlookers were in attendance. Most of Sippar’s people had attended th
