Her mouth tightened, but then a thought came to her. Ingtar bowed in his saddle, and the other Shienarans did, too. We must go, Lord Barthanes. More revelers ran past singing off-key, wine mangling their words.
Wonderingly, she did look around. They all seemed lifeless. He would not. Stand! The man who called himself Bors scrambled up awkwardly, but halfway to his feet, he hesitated.
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