With the others suddenly appearing and milling around, she stood tall and regal to the standard untouchable attitude of a regent. She wondered how silly it could be, having such a reaction to something from the oldest tales and more backward time of a culture, and yet Mar Vell had either taken it seriously or went to amazing lengths to humor an old superstition. "The stories always beheading or fire to finish them, and never let one touch you," she summarized and shook her head. "It was an older time."