The sudden encounter was so brief that Cyril barely remembered it. He had no chance to speak. Not even to object to all the tributes that fell on him like bombs. Until the nobles stood up and looked displeased, but could do nothing but walk out of the king's study.
"I haven't done that much!" he protested to General Adelman and Sir Guren, who were nearby.
Prince Algis, who kept calling everyone "my little brother," patted him on the back. "Don't lower yourself, Cyril!" the other prince reminded him.
He walked out hand in hand with General Adelman and Sir Guren. Prince Algis and the King were still inside. There was no telling what else they might discuss. The servants who made sure everyone was out pulled the heavy door shut.
The sky was red when Cyril and the other two arrived at the king's palace. The smell of smoke and burning grass was still strong. But there was no longer a sense of fear or worry in the air. Everything was over, for now.
