Minerva wasn't stunned by the gravity of the situation. She turned to me immediately, anxiety written clear on her face. For my part, I felt a strange sense of peace. We had done it, after all our months of plotting.

"You-you're sure about this?" Minerva asked me.

I motioned to the king's corpse. "It might be a little late for us to start doubting."

"Not that." Minerva gave me a pained look. My heart ached with her. "The forgetting. Are you sure you want to go through with ...