Corbeau shook his head. Sazed. Weird name. Although I suppose it’s a Terris name, and the Terris are a weird people. A Terrisman achieving fame…that’s certainly rare.
The servant returned with a plate of steaming food. She placed it on the table, bowed her head to Aubrey, and walked back to the kitchens.
Aubrey passed Owen a plate of lamb pie and took a bite of steaming Jägerschnitzel, nodding in appreciation.
“The Hero of Ages…that sounds familiar.” As he stands there, a realization comes to him. The Lord Ruler…one old book I read claimed that The Lord Ruler was the Hero of Ages! Is this book…by him?
“Do you think I enjoyed it? The Lord Ruler may have been God—whatever anyone says—but that did not mean that he was faultless as many of the other Obligators claimed. I, for one, believe that one should never waste a resource that can be put to use.”
“You could. It’s most common in London, but probably also fairly common in Scotland. Happens less and less often the farther you get from the city. Not very much in Hapsburg. It comes from the Star.”
“Yes, my brother and grandfather have it too. My brother has perfect pitch because of it and my grandfather can talk to chickens. Runs in my father’s family.”
“Ah yes, fiction.” A look comes into Aubrey’s eyes, one of joyful remembrance of the past. “I used to love fiction. Of course, I don’t have time for that anymore. Too much to do, especially with the star.”