Condal catches fire
“Connie!” Flann cooed. “What are you waiting for?”
Condal ducked her head. Her first impulse was to hide herself beneath the arm of the man beside her, but she shied away a second time when her face swung near his shoulder.
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Cearball has a lesson in foolishness
Cearball’s snarling outrage snapped and struggled helplessly beneath his crushing sense of impending doom. At any moment, that hand—that fat, freckled, sweaty, most vulgar hand—would lay itself on the back of Condal’s neck, and he would not be allowed to stop it.
Eadred shows his breeding
Condal’s head turned slightly as Eadred stepped up to her, and her cheek rounded into a hint of a smile, but there was no shy dipping of her chin. There were no dimples of delight.
Gwynn is rescued
Gwynn cried, “Connie!” in a squeaky whisper and hopped her way across the floor to meet her. The excited shaking of her tiny hands made her appear to have just taken a bite of something unbearably hot.
Cearball speaks the language he can
“There’s green in them, no denying,” Cearball said. “You’ll be being the only man who cannot see the color of her eyes.”
The Captain sees the true color
By the time Condal had a chance to speak a word to the Captain alone, she had held her little question so long upon her tongue that it had nearly melted in the heat of her shyness. She could not ask him who or how or wherefore, but could only peep, “The sisters of me were never telling me you were speaking the Gaelic, sir.”
Eadred sees the shadow of a smile
Lady Margaret came to the door with a short gallop, a skip, and a sliding stop.
“What ho, gentlemen?” she demanded, like a little man herself.
Eadwyn sees the silent sound
Hetty clapped her little hands together and squealed, “Eadwyn!”
“That only works when ladies pass beneath mistletoe,” Eadwyn corrected her as he strolled in.
Cearball is cornered from every side
“Good evening, gentlemen!” the Duke beamed, cutting Cynan off in what would surely have been a tediously formal greeting. “May I relieve you of any encumbrances before you come in? Cloaks? Gloves? Swords? Lips?”
Araphel adds an ally
“No sodomy!” the shadow barked. “You swore!”
Dantalion pushed himself up onto his hands and knees and snarled, “Idiot!”
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