Chapter 143: Tragedy, Part 4
His eyes landed on a sheaf of papers, saw a time jotted along the top of one. The Hour of Rest. Telmé knelt and scooped the papers up. It was a sermon for the Hour of Rest. Tunç had locked him and Korin into his room not long after the Hour of Wind So everyone had died less than hour after Tunç had locked them in his room.
Telmé's stomach cramped, fresh tears stinging his eyes, as realization struck him. The Hour of Restwhen everyone was most likely to be gathered to eat or attend prayer if they had missed the Hour of Morning Prayer. Pending guard changes, the markets closed for a break So much happened in the minutes before the bells rang the Hour of Rest. Whoever had poisoned everyone had known that the span of time from the Hour of Prayer to the Hour of Rest was when the most people would be in Guldbrandsen, and mostly in the great hall or temple or another gathering place for meals, prayer, and respite before moving forward with the hardest parts of the day.