Chapter 47

“If I am to be tried,” he said, his voice resounding over the people, “then I will be tried. But not by you. And not by your priestess. I will only submit myself to a trial by fire. Let our goddess decide who is in the right.”

A stunned quiet met Frye’s words. Markle had known of the plan, but apparently not a single other person anticipated this. Even Sabriea’s mouth hung slack.

When she recovered, she announced, “No! You are denied the right to speak to the goddess.”

“You cannot deny me,” Frye called out. “Have you all forgotten that I bear Magana’s mark?” He turned his back and awkwardly pulled down the neck of his shirt, exposing the bird tattoo on his shoulder. “Even the worst sinner is granted a trial by fire. And I demand that, as the line’s next priest.”

Now the people muttered. They didn’t agree with this new turn of events, but it seemed Frye was right; they would have to do it.

“No,” Sabriea said again.