As If It Was Fated

The prisoner was equally startled, but after a moment managed: "You bitch!"

"It was your own fault. By the Goddess, what a mess you've made!"

"I think it must have been the rum punch," Lord James said. "Wait a minute. 'By the Goddess'? What sort of oath is that?"

The answer was that it was an Aqualarian one, but of course Astra could not say that. "I'd better start work," she said, hoping to divert attention from her slip. "If there's any vomit on your clothes, then tough luck. I'm not touching those." (And you're lucky to have clothes, she thought. Some of us aren't accorded that courtesy when chained up in these dungeons.)

1. Astra manages to get the job done without any further conversation.
2. Lord James has more to say.
3. Astra can't control her nausea, and throws up herself.
4. Belboz hides the crown just in time, as guards show up to search the dungeons.
5. Belboz is in the process of hiding the crown when he hears the guards entering the dungeons. He puts it behind a stack of tomes, covers it with some of them, and then throws a filthy cloak over all that. He then goes to greet the guards.
6. Meanwhile, Exotica is all chained up with nothing to do...
7. The Dark Ones insist that Reaibn go to the dungeons himself. Half-drunk and suffering from exhaustion, he heads down.
8. Meanwhile, Fred wakes up, his mind rather more lucid...

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