Just a few days ago, the great cathedral had felt vast, and a single spoken word would have echoed across rows of empty pews during Marquis Bors Lothian's funeral. The ceremony had excluded almost everyone who couldn't claim noble blood by birth or marriage, and the few commoners who had been allowed to attend were all people of considerable status.
Tonight was different.
Every pew was filled to the limit with people packed shoulder to shoulder in the neat, orderly rows. Some children even sat in their parents' laps just to make a little more room. The wings of the cathedral were packed just as full with every acolyte, priest, and sister who wasn't currently tending to the masses gathered in the chapels or on the grounds.
