Chapter Five
Darna’s first glimpse of the keep’s great hall made her want to turn right around and go back to her rooms. There were too many men. The smell of their sweat almost overwhelmed the slightly more appetizing aromas of the hastily prepared meats on the sideboard, but the smell of fresh-baked bread drew her in. Serving women moved about with pitchers of ale, refilling cups. The prince presided over it all from his high table on a dais at one long side of the room. Harzet sat to his right, and a heavily ornamented man of Ganat sat on his other side. The Enomaean horse handlers – those who’d come on the journey to Anamat, plus a few more – sat at the far end of the hall along with a few local boys. The next table seemed to be comprised of fishermen, only two of whom had brought the
