"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting," Percivus said when he strode into Eleanor's cell with a pair of acolytes who quickly set up a chair and small table for the Inquisitor to sit at. "Public executions are time-consuming spectacles, and this one required… Special arrangements," he said, choosing his words with care as he opened the top of his leather case and began meticulously setting the small table in front of him with a plate and utensils for a meal.
"Execution?" Eleanor said as her eyes widened in surprise. "Who…?" Eleanor asked, leaving the question at a single word as she was unable to make herself fully form the question that was trapped by the formation of a lump in her throat. Please, she prayed, not Jocelynn.
