Chapter 88

Dallin hadn't noticed until now that the place had gone eerily quiet. The girls had stopped their chatter, working silently now, eyes every now and then angling toward them, then scudding right over them as though they weren't there. The bustle of the place hadn't wound down, but it had... *quieted*. The shouts from the men tossing bales had receded to occasional grunts of effort and monosyllabic instructions. Even those working the horses had slowed them to lazy trots. It was like.... Dallin didn't know what it was like. It was like nothing he'd ever seen. Not like the inn at Dudley, but not terribly unlike either.

He looked back at Wil. His breath caught.