Chapter 29:- without any glass slippers
"Hello," said the man, rising,
"I'm glad to see some sensible
people arriving."
I cocked my head and stared at him.
He spoke in a slightly odd,
slightly familiar way.
"Yes, though I can't say I'm
glad at seeing everyone
fighting. May I inquire as
to why..."
I gestured vaguely at the fighting.
"Ahh, there seems to be some disagreeing
resulting from people's views of the Solarians."
Some disagreeing? Magic was crackling through the room,
people were relapsing to old Nocturnian to speak,
or rather shout,
and he called it disagreeing...
But there was something about the way he spoke.
"Everybody be quiet!"