Sixty-five:
Catesby
I heard screaming. Screaming that sounded like Crimson. I forced myself to get up, despite the pain that went through my body as I did. I saw Zaan running through the crowd to The High Priestesses tent, a wide, horrified look on his face. “Where is she?” he demanded, panting. “Where is The High Priestess?”
“She’s staying in a different tent,” I said, “over there. What’s happened?”
“It’s Crimson,” Zaan said, “she’s been taken.”
“Raoul?” I said.
He shook his head. He tried to form words, but nothing was coming out. From behind him, I saw his mother place a hand on his shoulder.
“Crimson’s been kidnapped by a God,” the apothecary said.
I blinked, certain tha
