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Anwen looked at Torene's face. She was seething. The plates and ustensils on the table surface began to vibrate. Picking up her bowl and mug, the bard left quickly. "Daithi--Nahl--better get out of there," she said calmly.

The cook vacated quickly also.

Torene shook with the effort of keeping her temper under control. She rose quickly and went out on deck and strode to the bow of the ship to let the wind blow into her face and cool her down.

We are doomed, she thought.