It all had happened so quick, Durmán could hardly understand what was going on. Before he knew, he was in the centre of the ring, everyone's eyes fixed on him.
He felt the blood rush on his cheeks and his heart pounding. This was certainly not what he had wanted, but there was no way he could escape now.
He took a few hesitating steps, trying to remember the dances he had seen when he had stayed with the Elves, but felt very self-conscious and ridicule.
Soon he excused himself and rushed out of the circle and to the counter. His cheeks were burning when he ordered an ale.
He wasn't angry at anyone else, though. How could they know he had never danced in his life!
[ December 29, 2002: Message edited by: Schmendrick ]
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