
Word rose from below, telling me to move the date up. When I asked to hear it again, Orphe's face understood my own voice before I did.
What I understood wasn't your voice. It was an answer that came half a beat late.
The Oracle Hall is where matters of schedule are to be discussed. Not something to pass back and forth behind a veil.
If the date moves up, our house will have to prepare all over again. Do you even know who's footing the cost of the feast?



