Perhaps it was because he hadn't eaten meat in too long, but after finishing the dish of stew with potato roots and peas, Grosien's stomach immediately started to growl.
Taken by a servant to the latrine, Grosien spent the whole noon there, and when he finally came out, the afternoon Believers' Assembly was already underway.
Once he returned to Victory Square and sat down again, he noticed that a few threads of worry had woven into the previously lively atmosphere.
The faces of the once active delegates now bore expressions of puzzlement and fear.
"What's going on? Has the 'Proclamation of the Holy Country's Farmlands' been read? I didn't hear it." Pushing through the crowded people, Grosien sat down at the edge of the table, shaking off quite a bit of dust from his body.
"They talked about some matters regarding land distribution, saying not to allow usury... I was so sleepy after the meal that I didn't hear clearly, let's wait for the Pope to explain to us."
