Chapter 15 — Smoke and Clouds Disperse
Blade of Dawn · Page 4 of 4
That coin was the one Charlemagne the First had placed there with his own hand, seven hundred years ago, when Gao Yang Cecil was laid to rest.
The instant Amber saw the coin, she knew what it was. She clapped a hand over her eyes. "Mother of god... at least half an estate..."
But Gao Yang himself was utterly unaware of it. He had merely carried out the rite as he remembered it, then clapped his hands and stood. "Now someone has redeemed the debt of his soul. Bury him."
Byron hesitated slightly. "But the rules..."
Gao Yang glanced at him. "I am the rules."