7. The Lord of MisruleCait and Hellen pushed their way through the teeming streets of Guilden.
They'd been there four days now. Cait had imagined Guilden burning when they'd approached. That the undain were already there, destroying the city, slaughtering the people. But the smoke and flame they'd seen were from one of the huge conical bonfires set along the edge of the river. Each evening, to cheers from the gathered crowds, they lit another, a count down to the Midwinter festivals now only a week away. Already the ice on the bay was covered in stalls and tents and raised stages and arenas for games, all arranged into streets as if the city itself had spilled onto the river.
Tall iron braziers, ornately decorated and set upon wooden platforms to keep the heat from the ice, had been posi
