Elna, reacting to the same snap, began a lively tune she had heard sung around the barracks.Elna, reacting to the same snap, began a lively tune she had heard sung around the barracks. It was an unorthodox choice for a formal banquet, but since it was not ribald, she doubted there would be objections. Approving glances from Ravensblood and Admiral Stout confirmed her belief. She knew her master hated dull, sleepy melodies when he was among friends. The slave girls went to where Dara had received the first platters and began the task of serving their master's guests. More than one shot Elna a glance of envy. She could sit in whatever position she found comfortable while she played, well out of reach of the greedy hands many of them would feel before the end of the evening. |