Fred's Useless Weapon

Fred and Astra emerged from the stew almost simultaneously. Each had to stifle a giggle at the sight of the other, recognising that they were in no position to laugh.

"I like your baton," Fred told Astra. "It looks like a useful weapon, which is more than I can say for this strange cane thing. I suppose you might poke out somebody's eye with one of the metal ribs, but that seems rather farfetched."

"Perhaps it's not meant as a weapon?"

"Well, what else could it possibly be?"

Astra had no answer to that.

They walked back towards the castle, getting a good look at it in the process. In some ways the edifice reminded Fred of King Emry's catle in Caemlyn, but it seemed subtly different.

Reaibn was waiting for them in the main gate. "My lord, milady," he said, "dinner is served. If you would please follow me."

1. Fred and Astra are the only diners, though they sit at a table laid for twenty.
2. Fred and Astra are surprised, and a little scandalised, that they are expected to share the table with some of the castle servants.
3. There are other members of the nobility dining. They look vaguely familiar to Fred, but somehow he can't quite place them.

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