Chapter eleven
An occult weddingThe first rats ran swarming between the legs of the people just as the wedding procession left the Temple of Opaz Unknown.
The edifice had not been damaged during the recent Times of Troubles, and folk whispered that this was because the temple was dedicated to the manifestation of Opaz in his guise as arbiter of all things magical and arcane — Unknown and therefore awful — and no sane man or woman brought that kind of trouble on themselves.
The temple glittered with gold and ornamentation beneath its jet-black dome, music soared, and the flagstoned square pent between canals flanking the temple’s entrance stairway was carpeted with thousands of yelling citizens of Vondium cheering for the wedding of Khe-Hi-Bjanching and Ling-Li-Lwingling.
The day, also,
