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There was, for a short time, uproar. The other three glaistigs re-materialised, hissing something at me that I couldn’t catch. This was partly because my own team were raising vociferous protests at the same time.
‘Ves, did you just challenge a quartet of murderous ghosts to a dance-off?’ Jay was saying, sounding really very surprised, which was unreasonable of him; hadn’t he met me already?
‘A brilliant plan,’ Emellana was saying, and I think she meant it, ‘but with one grave flaw: I have no talent for dancing. At all.’
Zareen was losing it altogether. This took the form of wordless cackling, which, emanating as it did from her death’s head of a face, enhanced nobody’s comfort at all.
Indira just stared at me, wordless and white-faced. When I caught her eye, she simply said: ‘I ca
