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Joanna watched Gavin being pushed into the light. His face, hard with anger, lacked its normal color, and his huge frame tottered unsteadily on legs that she could see were bound at the ankles.
With a cry, she leaped forward to run to him, but the hands of half a dozen women held her firmly in place.
Behind Gavin, Allan stepped from the tunnel and stopped short. The steward’s face was hidden beneath the sloping roof of the cave, but the point of the gleaming dagger that he held to Gavin's back spoke clearly of his intent.
“What is the meaning of this?” Mater’s voice, cold as mountain snow, chilled the very air in the cavern.
“It is the full moon, sister. It is the day to remember.”
This was not the same man that Joanna had known. Something was wrong. It was in his voice, his eyes.
