"Sh. Tell you later. I've just had the most bizarre..." The sentence trails off unfinished; all his concentration is taken up by holding the box and marching forward to catch up with the line.
The idea is for the procession to proceed into the building that currently houses the empress's bier, make their courtesies to the dead lady, and lay their gifts one by one in a spiral pattern in the carefully prearranged ranking order. Then the haut- and ghem-lords go one way and the galactic delegates go the other, and they all go eat funeral food in their respective pavilions.
Something other than Miles has apparently gone wrong with this plan. Ahead of them, the slow solemn shuffle of the line has bunched up into a milling knot, voices raised in alarm and confusion.
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Date: 2014-07-10 01:27 am (UTC)The idea is for the procession to proceed into the building that currently houses the empress's bier, make their courtesies to the dead lady, and lay their gifts one by one in a spiral pattern in the carefully prearranged ranking order. Then the haut- and ghem-lords go one way and the galactic delegates go the other, and they all go eat funeral food in their respective pavilions.
Something other than Miles has apparently gone wrong with this plan. Ahead of them, the slow solemn shuffle of the line has bunched up into a milling knot, voices raised in alarm and confusion.