What he was seeing, was of deep interest to him.
CHAPTER SEVEN
During this dark night, the city of Pomperaque was by no means quiet. Everyone in the city was in a jovial mood, celebrating this day, their great sovereign's anniversary of marriage.
All the people rejoiced. They gave their tribute and praise to their Lord Brook Scullion-Blue and his wife, Dearborne, for their fifteen years of being together.
Music blared from the hills to the buttes, and far off over the sea to the islands and down, deep into the distant valleys.
The people sang and danced around, and they ate and drank everything in sight. Everyone made friendly times, and they made gentle love throughout this commemorative evening.
In the city tonight, everyone was enjoying their life. Almost everyone, anyway.
Manguino was ill-at-ease over the love shown to Brook by his people, and there was another that could not climb out of the abyssal pit of her despair.
Mercedes could not find merriment within herself.
The beauty of this child was withered away from her, since that fortnight ago, when Manguino blessed her with his favour.