The dining table was long enough that the four of them and Wish could spread out comfortably, which they did not, because somehow they had all ended up clustered at one end anyway. Food appeared the way food appeared at divine residences — simply there, warm, abundant, requiring no explanation.
"Kavan's face," Hyrin said, shaking his head slowly. "When the other four judges all nodded in agreement and he realized he was the only one left standing against it."
"He looked like someone had personally stolen something from him," Dew said pleasantly.
"We did," Aurex said. "We stole his favorite law."
"Six thousand years old," Hyrin said. "Gone. Because of one night."
"And one very stubborn fox," Dew added, looking at Wish.
Wish pointed at herself. "I barely said anything."
"You made Mirova cry," Hyrin said. "That woman has not cried in recorded history."
"She did not cry—"
"Her eyes were wet," Aurex said. "That counts."
