Remains
As the winner of the Royal Lots approached the coronation cloth, Senior Executioner Crocken tapped his partner on the shoulder.
"Let's go," Crocken growled. "She doesn't need to be looking at us right now." He and Jantos moved towards the palace, skirting around the musicians. They took up station in the shadows of one of the huge ornate columns that decorated the front of the building. Here they would be out of sight, out of mind, but still close enough to listen, and to keep an eye on the r... |
