"The others conversed little, and at the end of the meal I looked up, saw the unmistakable marks of fever in their faces. Branaric grinned. "What a trio we make! Look at us." Annoyance flared anew. Glaring at him, I said hoarsely, "Look at yourself. I'd rather spare myself the nightmare, which would affright even a half-sighted gargoyle." Bran gaped at me in surprise, then laughed. "Just keep that temper sharp. You'll need it, for we may be on the march tomorrow." "Oh, good," I croaked with as much enthusiasm as I could muster. It sounded about as false as it felt, and Bran laughed again; but before he could say anything, the Marquis suggested that we all retire, for the morrow promised to be a long day."