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7"Aye, dolthead, but use your sense. There's no need to go wasting your breath and blowing a great alarm just for a lone unarmed guildsman and his boatman. Get on with you now and fetch the Captain." The man put away his horn and marched off, grabbing hold of a lantern as he went. At first the minutes spent waiting for him to return dragged on in awkward silence. The tension that had settled over the whole city was at its thickest here at the Silver Palace, where King Colurian lay comatose and dying, with his Queen and infant son gathered to his side, but under close guard. "How long will it take for your Captain Baldrick to get here?" Frysan made an attempt at conversation. "He'll be coming nor sooner nor later than he sees fit. What's it matter?" "It's the way you have your weapons pointed at us. It makes me nervous. You couldn't aim them just a bit -- Could you?" Frysan made a side-sweeping gesture of his open palm. "Stop your chatter. The Captain's coming!" said a voice from above. Frysan and Cammas could make out the winking approach of lantern lights
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