"I just wanted to see if you traitors would dare to face me," Galdran said, his caustic voice making me feel sick inside. Sick--and angry. The Marquis bowed low over his horse's withers, every line of his body indicative of irony. Galdran's face flushed dark purple. "I confess," Shevraeth drawled, "we had a small wager on whether you would have the courage to face us."