The king stood and faced the priest, both hands behind him. He seemed to be waiting for the man to finish his incantation. Finally, the priest stopped and lowered his raised hand. The room became so quiet that if a stone were to drop, it would disturb the silence.
Finally, the king spoke, "You told me this wouldn't happen again, but it's happening."
Ahmed wondered what he might mean by that, squinting his eyes and listening intently.
The priest was silent and this didn't sit well with the king because his voice came higher. "The strange deaths are happening, it has been confirmed. This was the same death that happened years ago."
Death? What death was he talking about?
The priest was still silent, so the king continued, pacing and placing one hand on his waist. "Those bodies, burnt and unrecognized, their skin the color of grey. Yes, that's it, it's the same death that is happening. Why is it happening again?"
