Chapter 39: Trevalyon Throws Down the Glove

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​⁠The dinner on this Twelfth-night, fraught as it was with so much of the effervescence of the champagne of life to so many, was a dinner fit for an emperor. The gold plate, the glassware, each piece a gem. Sweet flowers looked up from their delicate design in moss beside each person, or from elegant vases. The hostess was recklessly gay and abandon, looking like a scarlet poppy with dew upon it, ro