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them down. Dove and two men-at-arms grabbed
several youngsters, hauling them into the ring of guards
as it closed around Dove. Aly slid slender blades from
her sash, holding the grips in her palms and lining the
blades up against the insides of her wrists so that the
soldiers would not see them.
“Go on, get about your business!” snapped a soldier,
pushing a slave out of his path. “No assembling,
remember, you ignorant swine?”
The lieutenant with the other squad halted in front of
Junai. “Let me pass, in the king's name,” he ordered
her.
Junai stared at him, her dark face without emotion.
Aly and Dove traded glances; Dove moved forward,
urging the guard at Junai's right to move over so that the
officer could see her. “Somehow I doubt the king is
concerned with gatherings in Dockmarket,” she said
icily, drawing herself up to the full height of her fivefoot-four-inch
frame. “When I saw him yesterday, he
was far more interested in playing with toy soldiers, not