Morielle, though without undergarment, went with King Raithen outside the fortress using his carriage. There was a crowd of Naims that clamored at a sight that Morielle could not see clearly even though she wanted to peer at the window. She wondered what it was.
“What is it?” she asked her husband.
“Maybe you just stay here, and don’t get out until we’re sure it’s safe, all right?” he said with a dark face, looking outside as he got off the carriage.
“No, I want to see it, too,” she told him. She followed him, so he helped her out of the carriage.
“Make way, make way!” A saighs ordered the Naims, as they had not noticed the king’s arrival.
All Naims gave way, divided like a torn parchment. They bowed as soon as they saw him, holding Morielle’s hand. But Morielle’s eyes were not on any
