![]() ![]() With one foot on a narrow ledge and the other pressed against the chipped indentation, he was high enough to wrap his left hand around the narrow top of the marker. “Lift your right foot up another few inches. ![]() He was in the company of an older man, unscarred, but no less shabby, who boosted him up the side of a stone street marker that labeled the intersection of the Sacred Way and one of the larger cross streets. ![]() One member of the crowd, a young man with a broken nose, a lip twisted by scar tissue, and dirty clothes that combined to suggest a person of violent and criminal habits, had a particular need to get close. They massed along the Sacred Way to see him for themselves, as well as to cheer their queen, who rode beside him in the open coach. The king was a newcomer and a foreigner, king only by virtue of a political marriage to the queen of Attolia and still unfamiliar to most Attolians. THE king of Attolia was passing through his city, on his way to the port to greet ambassadors newly arrived from distant parts of the world. ![]()
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