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Whilst Cael lay unconscious he was dressed in traditional High Priest robes and adorned with the jewels of his station. He was laid out on the bed of a cosy chamber, a roaring fire alight in the grate, and the door wide open leading to a large dining room.
The dining table had been set with three places and a banquet had been laid out ready. There was all manner of food; meats, fruits, cheeses, vegetables, rice, potatoes, breads, and curries all served out in silver dishes. A woman sat at the head of the table, long blonde hair falling in waves down her back, her eagle brown eyes fixed intently on the door to Cael’s chamber whilst she picked seeds out of a pomegranate half.
Five rebel soldiers, all wearing sand filled brooches in the shape of hourglasses, stood still and silent around the perimeter of the room.
Another soldier entered, but unlike the other soldiers she wore a red and gold cloak and the hourglass of her brooch was set into a disc of gold. She sat at the table and narrowed her eyes at the chamber door.
“He hasn’t woken yet?”
“No thanks to you, Harlia. You went too far, you were too rough,” the blonde woman replied. “You must learn to control yourself.”
“Don’t scold me,” Harlia snapped. “I was following your orders.”
“Here is another order – let me do the talking. When the High Priest wakes we will give him a warm welcome and you will hold your tongue. We cannot afford you forgetting yourself and losing your temper.”
The dining table had been set with three places and a banquet had been laid out ready. There was all manner of food; meats, fruits, cheeses, vegetables, rice, potatoes, breads, and curries all served out in silver dishes. A woman sat at the head of the table, long blonde hair falling in waves down her back, her eagle brown eyes fixed intently on the door to Cael’s chamber whilst she picked seeds out of a pomegranate half.
Five rebel soldiers, all wearing sand filled brooches in the shape of hourglasses, stood still and silent around the perimeter of the room.
Another soldier entered, but unlike the other soldiers she wore a red and gold cloak and the hourglass of her brooch was set into a disc of gold. She sat at the table and narrowed her eyes at the chamber door.
“He hasn’t woken yet?”
“No thanks to you, Harlia. You went too far, you were too rough,” the blonde woman replied. “You must learn to control yourself.”
“Don’t scold me,” Harlia snapped. “I was following your orders.”
“Here is another order – let me do the talking. When the High Priest wakes we will give him a warm welcome and you will hold your tongue. We cannot afford you forgetting yourself and losing your temper.”
