Chapter Eight
Two of the sailors jerked her away from Ember, pushing the mute girl aside. Tyler roared a protest, but was met with laughter. Rhiannon was flung onto the table, feet near the end. She looked wildly about, but there was no place for flight. Two of the men held her ankles, and Lissa and Prissi both held her down with pressure on her shoulders and wrists.
“What are you doing?” she cried, struggling futilely against the strength of four captors, “Let me go!” She suddenly realized that she was not there to eat dinner but rather she was there to provide the repast.
Tomas came to stand over her. “I claim first right,” he said somberly. “That will prove best that Dane is not betraying our code.”
“Aye, that is good,” said one of the men at the table, and others assented.
Prissi
