Orren shook the written prophesy in his hand and he returned to a steadier and more controlled way of speaking to his master.
"We can only see that which is written but after it happens." Orren sounded as if he understood the prophesy and he wanted to reveal his knowledge to Manguino. "I have read about my vision of the Mons, that bird on the stranger's shoulder, your trust of the two men and your feast afterwards — "
" — What are you talking about?" Manguino interrupted him.
"I am talking about the prophesy, Your Grace. It is clearly states and no interpretation is needed."
There was a convulsive silence in the room. It lasted only for a blink of an eye, but seemed like an eternity.
"Let me see that, Orren!" he demanded.
Orren unravelled the document and read aloud from it:
"Four elements, ride on high
Come from the greatest fears inside.
All suspicions end with feast
Of gilded skins and threaded beads — "
Manguino began to stomp his feet as he screamed at the top of his voice, that carried through every part of Halls, for Orren to stop.
"Stop. Don't read it! Don't read it!"