TKC 276
It was never going to be easy, and that is borne out when we
hit the ground running.
We landed on the far edge of open territory before the
Spire; between us and it a host awaits. Weapons are raised within seconds, as
well as shouts. There is only one objective, to reach the soaring tower and, to
that end, I throw my hands up.
The eerie green shield both Horin and Enris deployed erupts
from my fingers as a bird in flight and becomes an ethereal wall between us and them.
“Go!” Damin hollers.
We go.
We cannot concern ourselves by those taking the flanks; I concentrate
on getting to the Spire with Damin, Gennerin and Marian. The shield, I am
aware, will aid the others for some while, in the form of wings, but eventually the Glonu will discover
the chinks.
Now is the time to be swift.
Even in the darkening it is obvious the Spire is plastered
shale. I did not notice that before, as Lyra, but my attention then was for
what lay inside, not on the outside. Sending out feelers, I reach for the
weakest points, the areas where we will insert our explosives.
Suddenly I come to a halt.
Gennerin nearly runs into me, controlling the involuntary
action just in time, and he grips Marian’s arm as she almost hurtles past us.
Damin, heaving, demands, “Why are we stopping?”
“The weakness lie below,” I tell him. “We need to get
inside.”
“The trapdoor you used before?”
Nodding, I say, “It will be heavily guarded. Call the others
back to us. We go together.”
“Damn it, this smacks of failure,” Damin mutters. “Changing
a strategy is what gets soldiers killed.”
“They are not all soldiers and if we do not change strategy,
Massin will be Glonu territory within a few days,” I snarl back at him.
Gennerin blows a silver whistle, the screech painful on the
ears. Lowering it, he murmurs, “Allin and Ross know the whistle; they will ring
the others to us.”
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