The Last Spartan – Chapter Twenty-Eight

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The sound of gunfire had been heard even above the small orchestra in the Grand Hall. The music died away, and guests milled about in fear and confusion. Jayne looked at Prim, who nodded, and left the room.

“What is it, Janos?” River asked calmly, holding his arm, but not his hand.

“I do not know,” he admitted grimly. “The security for the estate is quite strong, so there is little reason to think that we are in danger. Still,” he added, looking at her, “I’d feel better knowing what was happening.”

“Why don’t you go and wait with the others, while I find out what’s happening. I won’t be a minute.”

“All right,” River surprised him, standing on her toes to kiss him gently. “Be careful.” He smirked.

“I’m always careful.”

She was still glaring at him when he turned to go.

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Inara had watched Prim depart, then Jayne, and realized she needed to do something. She went to the podium, and managed to quiet the crowd.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” she said calmly. “I’m not sure what’s taking place, but let me assure you that Lord Janos has taken every precaution to ensure your safety. His security forces are among the best anywhere, and are on the job.”

“You’re safe here, in the Hall,” she continued, amazed that she could speak. “Please remain calm, and let’s not allow these events to darken the mood, or spoil our fun. It is Lord Janos’ desire that you have a wonderful evening, and it would be a shame not to, on this special occasion. So, let’s have music,” she looked pointedly at the director, “and let us continue to dance, dine, and mingle.”

The crowd calmed noticeably at that, and resumed normal conversation. True, most of the talk was about the gunfire, but it was no longer punctuated by excited or panicked cries. Inara sighed in relief, and stepped down from the podium, heading toward where her friends were gathered together.

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