A few people in the crowd shifted. Were those raiders next to that boy..? She glared at them, furious. They should have been with the others… And yet, now she could see the gate beyond them, and the last little portion of the bridge. But she couldn't hear the familiar clicking of chains as the wound around the giant wheels when the bridge was raised, nor did she suspect that the bridge was moving at all, though such a thing was hard to tell.
She turned to the Captain quietly. "Is something wrong?" She asked, wearing her usual social face, hiding the distaste that she felt inside.
The man wiggled his moustache, as he looked thoughtfully towards the gate. She often complimented him on that, saying it to be marvellous, despite its hideous nature. A man should have a beard – she was at least Yarmdon in that belief. It was amusing to see the Captain continually disgrace himself with such an appearance, merely because of a word from her.
