A soft, gentle murmur of thanks and appreciation flowed through the hall as people accepted or even praised the justice that Lady Ashlynn offered to Sir Hunold and the other families who had suffered the night before.
To Loghlan Dunn, however, the murmurs were far too quiet. Here and there, he could see people clutching at radiant sun pendants or other icons of faith as they grappled with High Priest Aubin's revelations.
They hadn't even gotten to the hardest things that the people of Lothian would need to accept and already, he could see the cracks forming behind the polite smiles and approving nods that most of the aristocrats in the Great Hall had been taught to offer when the costs of doing anything else were far too high.
