A low rumble of thunder came from the sky. Raindrops began to patter down upon the leaves. But nobody seemed to notice. Every Trebbon was still gazing at Vamira as though spellbound. Oliver could not help but stare too, waiting for more.
But it seemed that Vamira had finished. She bowed to the assembled Trebbons, murmured, “Thank you,” and took a step back.
Giramere, the eldest Trebbon Councilor, was the first to recover. He made a brisk, crackling sound, almost as though he was clearing his throat. “Thank you, Young Vamira, for those powerful words,” he said, interpreted by Melkem. “In light of this new information, I move that the Council shall begin its final deliberations.”
There was a general murmur of assent from the other Council members. Only Cyrin remained silent; Oliver could feel the resentment boiling from him.