Chapter IXX: THERE BE MAGIC HEREShe sat at her small table, long after the banked fire began its slow dimming, as the stars grew bright in the firmament, and her eyes squinted to see her own work.
The scene that day in the great hall, the picture of Witon—King Witon, Katrin corrected herself with a small smile—had affected her so deeply that she continued to work on the vision of it she had captured in her mind, rendered on the large parchment before her. No detail was too small; not the intensity with which every creature had hung on King Witon's words, nor the white of the king's knuckles as he presided over his first arbitration, nor the satisfied look upon the face of the lovely Lydan. Katrin could not have known then what wrought that smile, only that she must capture it.
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