Bran stands at once, all laughter disappearing from his face. He gathers his harp in his arms and nods sharply to a waitrat; Holly returns within moments, carrying the brass horn. "I am ready." Bran's voice is calm, but harpstrings vibrate under his shaking hands.
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Date: 2007-01-04 05:18 am (UTC)