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The clock ticked over to the next hour and Prakash spied the rotation of the guards on the sides of the ballroom. The entrance hall had been deserted so the post by the door was mostly out of view of curious eyes. He had snatched a brass tray full of assorted goods from a passing waiter and waltzed through the crowd with fluid movements. With a dramatic bow, he presented the offerings of the tray to one of the guards. He had spotted Ethan when he arrived, “Isn’t it cruel enough to be confined to the sidelines? To think there’d be only scraps left for you too, unacceptable,” he grinned from under his brow.