Chapter 9Hot, sweaty air wafted out of the council chamber. Most of the princes and guild chiefs were already assembled.
“We’d better go in,” Vigda said, which made Darna realize that she’d stopped at the door. A hill bandit was advising her on how to behave in court.
She was smiling at the absurdity of it when she stepped into the council chamber. Her uncle and cousin were seated directly across from her, and she had a clear view of their faces for the first time. They’d been placed a few seats away from Parnet and Tiagasa, separated from the governor by a phalanx of dark-robed men and women with sheaves of parchment and writing implements. Myril was there, standing just behind the Chief Chronicler. The palace scribes stood in front. All around the rest of the room stood the princes of
