raddias shaking hand shot out and grasped gallans , and together they forced themselves to stare , craving the moment when the makers would seize tulandas head and thrust it into the agitated milk , when suddenly a commotion broke out amongst the ranks of the anticipating crowd , a flurry of wincing and sidestepping some even gasped in fright and disgust , before the sage turned and fixed his blank gaze upon them , commanding instant silence , and through the hastily vacated space there emerged , guided by two male makers and gawking around , a thing that made gallan and raddias previous astonishment and horror pale in comparison : a grimy , foul-smelling , hideously deformed fault .