Elantris

CHAPTER 39

Hrathen watched several Korathi priests lead the stunned princess from

the quiet room. "Such are the judgments of Holy Jaddeth," he announced.

The duke. Roial, sat on the edge of the throne dais, head held between his hands. The young Jindo baron looked as if he wanted to follow the priests and demand Sarene's release. and the martial Count Eondel was weeping openly. Hrathen was surprised to realize that he took no joy from their sorrow. Princess Sarene's fall was necessary, but her friends were of no concern-or, at least, they shouldn't be. Why was he bothered that no one had shed tears at his own fall before the Shaod?

Hrathen had begun to think that the poison would take effect too late, that the surprise marriage between Sarene and Roial would go forward unchallenged. Of course, Sarene's fall would probably have been just as disastrous after the marriage-unless Roial had intended to take the throne this very evening. It was an uncomfortable possibility. One, fortunately. Hrathen would never have the opportunity to see fulfilled.

Roial wouldn't crown himself now. Not only did he lack the legal right, but his fortune was still less than chat of Telrii. Hrathen had checked the wedding contract-this time a death was not the same as a marriage.

Hrathen pushed his way through the stunned crowd toward the exit. He had to work quickly: Sarene's potion would wear off in five days. Duke Telrii met Hrathen's eyes as he passed, nodding with a respectful smile. The man had received Hrathen's message, and had not acted against the wedding. Now his faith would be rewarded.

The conquest of Arelon was almost complete.