Chapter 741: The Weight of Craft and the Dance of Wolves
The murmurs went up immediately, a low wave of sound that rippled through the people gathered. They exchanged glances, some frowning, others shifting their weight uneasily.
One of the craftsmen raised his hand. He was a broad-shouldered man with a weathered face and calloused hands.
Mary nodded at him. "Speak."
"Elder Mary," he began, his voice carrying across the crowd, "why are you saying two weeks? From what the Luna said at court, it was supposed to be four weeks. A month, right?"
Mary held his gaze, her expression unwavering. "That is what the Luna said. And I do not doubt her vision. But I will ask you this—what would happen if things happened before that month mark? What if Victoria's army moves faster than we expect? What if the vision showed us the latest possible time, not the earliest?"
The carpenter opened his mouth, then closed it.
