I stood at the window of my study, watching workers dismantle the last of Professor Morian's experimental chambers on the university grounds. Three weeks had passed since that dramatic confrontation in the lecture hall, yet I still found myself reflecting on how close we'd come to disaster.
"Your tea, Your Grace," Alistair said, setting down a steaming cup beside me.
"Thank you." I took a sip, appreciating the familiar comfort. "Any word from the King today?"
"A messenger arrived while you were with Lady Lyra. His Majesty reports the last of the cult cells in the eastern provinces have been disbanded."
I nodded, feeling a weight lift from my shoulders. "Without Morian's influence, they fell apart remarkably quickly."