One of these sat opposite her, a dark-eyed girl with over-red lips and hollowed cheeks, and she heard the bearded man say something to his companions about "dizzy dolls" and "the little angel in the other seat." This same voice, gruffened in its beard, had told her that ten thousand of the Horde had gone up ahead of them.

Then it whispered something that made her hands suddenly tighten and a hot flush sweep through her.

She lifted her veil and rose slowly from her seat, as if to rearrange her dress.

Casually she looked straight into the faces of the bearded man and his companion in the seat behind.

They stared.