They carried it down to the throneroom and set it down. The big rotunda was full of ghels by this time; hundreds of them.
"What the hell is this?" George Seeling said, and his voice sounded thick to him. "If you're going to start trouble—I'll kill the first ghel that lays a hand on me or the coffin."
He waited for an answer. There was not a sound among the dark multitude of ghels. They watched him, sorrowfully.
"Well?" Seeling bellowed.
The ghel who had talked with him before said, "We are gathered here for a telling. Will you crouch there and hear us?"
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
"Please hear us."