No one in the great hall knew how they were supposed to respond to Dame Sybyll's command that they cheer for the friends and allies she had brought to sack their hometown.
Many in the crowd were slowly becoming convinced that she was who she claimed to be. She wore the true and genuine Hanrahan signet. She bore an uncanny resemblance to both the late Baron Brighton Hanrahan and his wife, Baroness Caitlin. Most of all, among the people gathered in the hall, many of them remembered meeting her one winter or another.
It was just that, for some of those people, they had met her nearly twenty years ago, but the 'charming young lass' they remembered from back then hadn't aged a day.
