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[pwyll_twiceborn]

He's been waiting all morning for the pomp of the King of Cathal's arrival with his troops to be over, paying as much attention to the antics of Diarmuid and Aileron as they attempt to one-up each other as he can, fear and fury growing with each passing moment

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[first_of_dana]

The High Priestess of the Goddess in Fionavar is unaccustomed to having her private conversations interrupted.

She fixes him with a cool regard, icy even in comparison to the weather.

"It will have to wait."

[pwyll_twiceborn]

Something in her voice -

- and he knows what has happened.

"No," he snaps, "it won't," and grips her arm with one hand and Jen's, more gently, with the other.

Smiling fatuously for the crowd, ice-cold fury lying just beneath, he propels the two women across the entrance foyer, down a branching hallway, and into the first empty room he sees.

[still_golden]

Jen gives him a startled look, but doesn't resist.

The room is empty, except for a number of musical instruments.

[first_of_dana]

She'll have a bruise, but she's not about to let him see that.

The green eyes are colder than ever.

"You had best explain yourself, Twiceborn."