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Darbat stepped between them and raised his arms to the sky. “Let the session of the High Lords commence, and may the god who grows the grass bless them and give them guidance. So says the humans.”
Both Alyan and Utiradien stepped forward. They stopped and glared at one another.
“It is my duty to officiate the opening,” Alyan insisted.
Utiradien shook his head. “No, it is mine.”
“Your head was more damaged than we thought. It is my duty.”
“Your memory was affected. It is my duty.”
Mies sat stiffly on his bench, but his shoulders shook from silent laughter. A little snort escaped his lips. His daughter set a hand on his shoulder so that he contained himself again.
The fae king looked over his shoulder and glared at the pair. “Alyan. Utiradien,” Thorontur snapped.
“The k
