The Windsingers Series: The Complete 4-Book Collection. Megan Lindholm

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      To her sudden chagrin, Ki found herself bellowing into a silenced common room. The T’cherian diners were gone. Angry faces, Human, Olo and Kerugi, clustered in the low doorway, staring at her. Her raised voice had not only reclaimed Vandien’s attention, but captured that of everyone else in the inn. The tinker was glaring at her, pale eyes peering around a hank of greasy hair. His wet mouth worked as he sputtered for words. Ki’s stomach fell away. He, and everyone else in the room, thought that she had risen in body and voice to oppose him. An Olo draped on its Kerugi’s shoulders twittered into the silence.

      A T’cherian in the corner dropped her serving tray and scuttled out a low door into the kitchen. Ki glanced after her, wondering at her haste. Vandien was struggling to his feet beside her. He jostled her roughly as he stooped and seized the edge of the sand table. With a heave he upended it, spilling sand and food in a cascade across the floor. His strong fingers closed on the shoulder of her blouse, tearing it, as he jerked her to the floor behind the table. The first missile hit the table with a solid thunk. Bits of broken pottery and splats of stew flew over the top.

      Vandien’s hand went to his hip and came up empty. Even if his rapier had been there instead of on its hook in Ki’s wagon, it would have been little protection against flying pottery. Their short belt knives were useful for bread and cheese but little else. As three mugs and a serving dish hit the table, she and Vandien ducked at the same moment, rapping their heads together.

      ‘Damn,’ muttered Ki, rocking back on her heels as she saw sparks of light. Several low cries of triumph came from the entryway. Whoever had thrown the mugs felt they had scored. Ki peered around the corner of the table. No one had ventured into the T’cherian room yet. They all preferred to throw from the shelter of the doorway. A metal pitcher arched toward her. Ki ducked back as it clanged against the front of the table. Her eyes flew to Vandien’s. ‘What are we going to do?’ she demanded angrily as she saw his grin. ‘They’ve gone crazy!’

      It was just like him to be merry at a moment like this. ‘I don’t know, but I promise never to stir with a knife again. What did you have planned, when you so aptly stirred them up?’

      ‘I was talking to you!’ In spite of herself, she felt her mouth twisting up into a wry grin to match his. ‘If you had been listening properly, I wouldn’t have had to shout.’