บท 699: The Wheel of History

The afternoon sun shone down through the skylight and fell into the great hall, turning into a gentle corona that covered everything.

There was a gloomy atmosphere in the quiet and solemn hall.

The fourteen seats on both sides of the hall were filled with musicians from all over. Some were old, some were in the prime of life, some were men, some were women. On their faces they all well concealed the anger and dejection that they were feeling, but they could not stop the gloomy looks in their eyes. When they looked at each other they could not help but sigh softly.

Outside the open door, the afternoon sunlight flowed over the square like a wave, odd yet magnificent, as the statue of a child in the fountain sprayed out drops of water.