Jenny: A Place of Honour

The Guttersnipe took back the cups, spreading one hand in a dismissive gesture toward Cathair. She hesitated a moment then, noting the hollowness of the shadows round their eyes and feeling the drop of evening outside. She glanced over her shoulder, waiting until she caught Ambrosius' eye. He frowned, questioningly, then nodded with a mirthless sort of smile, and she turned back on Cathair and Domitia.

"We are not having supper tonight," she told them solemnly. "We will be calling the council at sunset, and there is no time and I think that none of us have the stomach for supper. Will you stand by me," she asked Domitia directly, "or would you rather sit here by the fireside?"

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