The root Avrindân gave him to chew tasted like moldy bread, but he did feel more alert by the time he and Arring stood together on the stone dias. The strong man looked at Einarr for a long, awkward moment before accepting the presence of his prince alongside him for this.
Einarr shrugged. He couldn’t exactly fault the man for that reaction. Sivid hadn’t seemed to mind, but there was a great deal that Sivid didn’t tend to mind that other men did. Like losing. Through all this, the Oracle stood with her hands folded, calmly watching the current supplicant.
Finally Arring stood forward, his hand clenching nervously. He opened his mouth as though to speak, then seemed to think better of it.
The Oracle raised her eyebrows, but said nothing.
Arring sighed and straightened his shoulders. “You see it’s like this, milady. My wife, our bairns, I had to…
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