The next morning Pettic woke feeling terrible. His head thumped and his stomach recoiled when he thought about food. He was glad the huts had no windows. He knew he would not be able to stand the light. He remembered drinking rather a lot at the feast the previous evening, and he remembered the drumming and then the flutes.
He vaguely remembered dancing, although what kind of dance he did not know. He remembered everyone laughing at him stumbling over the steps. He remembered kissing several of the girls there too, and he thought Rolinda might have been one of them, but was unsure. He hoped his memory of that was wrong. He did not know how her father would take it. Beyond that his memory failed him, and even some of the memories he did have seemed to belong to someone else.
Cledo put his
