"We have one fewer gunman." Roland put his arm around her waist as the music started, pulling her into the waltz. He was a good dancer, his body moving no less liquidly in dancing than in fighting. "What troubles me is that I didn't know him, not even by sight. Either Farson is bold enough to send his own men now, or your mother is." For a moment more, he danced without speaking, looking over her head at the people around them. On the dancefloor, with couples whirling in movement, it was harder than ever to try and get a bead on anyone, especially if they didn't want to be seen.

"Has Eunyce seen anyone she recognised?" he asked at last, in an undertone.