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some point.
    His heart beating rapidly Ramaeka
slipped back further into the shaft.  How had he known Ramaeka was there?  He
waited in terror for Isahn to announce his presence, for one of dragons to come
and yank him out of the vent.  After twenty minutes, he heard his father call
the start of the meeting again, after another ten minutes with no announcement
from Isahn, Ramaeka’s curiosity overcame his fear and, despite his
apprehension, he slipped back up to entrance to watch the meeting.
     
    By the end of the day Ramaeka was
wet, smelly and well educated on laws around grain and hunting rights.  He also
knew the situation at the border better than most of the dragons guarding it. 
He desperately wished to get out of the vent and wash the smell off his skin
and find something to eat and drink.  So it was in relief that he watched his
father call time on the meeting and the dragons rise.  They would walk through
the rock gardens in order to stretch their legs before the banquet dinner his
father announced as he led the group out of the hall.  As soon as the hall was
clear, Ramaeka slipped out of the vent, taking care to replace the cover.  He
winced as he saw the marks his hands left on the drapery, however there was
precious time to fix that and he slipped quickly across to the servers’
entrance.  Putting his ear against the door, he was unable to hear any sound. 
He quietly opened it and peered out, no one was there.  Slipping out he began
to make his way down the passage.
    “Hey,” called a voice behind
him.  Ramaeka froze, unable to turn around.  Footsteps approached from behind
him; hopefully the person wouldn’t recognise him.  “Ramaeka?” 
    Rocks he thought and turned
around plastering his most innocent look upon his face.  Bakara was standing
behind a curious look on his face. 
    “What on Amaria have you been
doing?”
    Grinning sheepishly Ramaeka wiped
his hands on his short pants.  Bakara glanced over his guilty face then rolled
his eyes.
    “Never mind I don’t want to know,
go get cleaned up.” 
    Ramaeka nodded quickly and took
off at a run.  Ramanae’s entire family was to be present at the feast tonight,
even him, so he needed to get cleaned up fast.
     
    One hour later Ramaeka stood
dressed in his finest, stiffest breeches and tunic, waiting impatiently to sit
down.  It had been a long day without food or water and he was starving.  The
guests were led into the hall by his father, who sat at the head of the main
table.  Each guest was led to a seat, which were interspersed amongst Ramanae’s
family.  Ramaeka was seated at the bottom table, where the more unfavourable
were seated.  Only the weakest members were ever seated at the bottom table. 
Ramanae stood watching as the guests were led to their seats, a malicious
expression on his face as Isahn was led to the seat next to Ramaeka.  Ramaeka
was barely aware of the frowns and mutterings of the Empara dragons around the
room, he was concentrating more on not fainting with embarrassment.  And
possibly hunger too.  Why Isahn?  What if he brought up the ventilation shaft?
    He glanced up anxiously, Isahn
smiled at him. 
    “I hope you don’t mind if I sit
here?” he asked warmly. 
    “N-no Lord,” Ramaeka managed to
stammer. 
    “Excellent,” Isahn looked up and
gave Ramanae a wide cheerful grin.
    Ramaeka watched in awe as his
father glared at Isahn.  He turned away without saying anything however and
gave the signal to sit down and begin.  Ramaeka sat down in relief and waited
impatiently for Isahn to begin serving himself.  Guests always went first.  The
white dragon picked up the first dish, serving himself, then passing it to
Ramaeka with a smile.  Relieved he dished himself up a huge quantity of the
first course, mountain eel in a sweet garlic sauce, and began to eat with
relish.  Soft laughter caught his attention and he looked up to find Isahn
watching him. 
    “Slow down,” the dragon told