Bal-jarrak continued, “If you would listen carefully, my Lords, and try to recall passages of the Scrolls that may be relevant, the council will be in your debt. We must know what’s going on.”
“We will set their testimony beside the Scrolls,” said Jarthastra’s strong voice suddenly.
“A high and holy guidance, Anthu,” Galdtchav pronounced gravely. “Another memorable feature of this night.”
The pattern of knocks came again and Sher-tal half-shoved, half-ushered the three terrified villagers into the chamber.
Tyrmar, barely awake, could not believe what was happening to him, staring and staring at the august lords as if to deaden the assault on his senses by sheer shock. His wife stood trembling and on the edge of tears, all too aware, clutching a shawl and raking her fingers through hair
