A stunned Sabienn reviewed the lyrics. How am I going to jump on barbed wire and bayonet someone to those lyrics?
“You flatter us,” said Hulber calmly to Marko. “We could use a baritone.”
With a brief raise of Marko’s hand, the musicians playing their flutes stopped blowing. Sabienn noticed the four flute players, all young native girls dressed in dark red cloaks sitting attentively, came to a conclusion on a single beat then held their flutes out before them, their arms at full length at shoulder height. It was unusual for Sabienn. He’d never seen a musician do that. The flute of each of them was held perpendicular. Straight up and down. They held for a few seconds then brought their flutes down to their laps.
“Curious,” said Tenber also watching the women across the arena. “I’ve only
