The last declaration cut through the room.
One woman inhaled sharply beneath her veil while another straightened so quickly that the pearls at her throat trembled.
The High Sorceress placed one gloved palm firmly upon the Ancient Grimoire and leaned forward:
"Have none of you ever wondered why this is the only divination resides within a tome otherwise entirely for only sorcery and spells? Thousands upon thousands of spells, yet buried amongst them lies a prophecy— One prophecy, preserved where no prophecy had any reason to be!"
Her voice softened, somehow becoming more severe for it. "Only one."
A woman seated toward the far end of the marble table answered carefully. "You believe it concerns her reincarnation."
"I do not believe it, Lady Margaret. I am telling you what has been written before us for generations."
Lady Margaret's silver veil shifted as she bowed her head. "Of course, High Sorceress."
