That night, the city of Highstone celebrated the Royal Betrothal with a feast of unprecedented, historic splendour that spilled from the Great Banquet Hall of the High Citadel into every public square and cobblestone avenue of the capital. One hundred colossal hearth-fires of sweet mountain birch and southern cedar blazed warmly against the crisp spring night. In the Forum of Sovereigns, fifty banquet tables stretching two hundred yards each were…
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