"With your permission, your Grace, let me tell him the truth…"
Aubin's choice of words drew instant attention from the lords sitting at the Center Table and many of those who had been closest to the dais the night before as well. In the panic and confusion of the night, few had heard Ashlynn claiming that the Lothian Throne had been a creation of the Church's own miracles, but those who had now wondered if she'd been right. And more importantly, if High Priest Aubin was about to admit to it.
"You can only tell the truths that belong to your faith," Ashlynn said carefully after giving the old priest a long, searching look. "If you need time to prepare your response, or if you'd like to confer with others before you do, you have that right. Hasty justice often isn't," she said with a pointed look at Sir Hunold. "I won't delay matters long, but perhaps…"
