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TKC 92
After the flying shields we are left alone. No one follows. Nothing
of a magical nature comes at us. It is us, the great empty plain and the eye in
the sky. Even Damin admits it feels as if we have severed all claim to what
was, as if we are now abandoned to our fate. I agree; this is loneliness,
despite the thousands walking towards the same destination.
Siri claims we are captured in time, walking seemingly nowhere.
I desire to investigate her concept of time, but Damin throws me a warning
look.
The orb in the heavens is huge. Soon it will be the fireball
we hope to escape.
It does seem we walk nowhere. And yet the mountains loom
large now. Thanks to Horin’s bridges, we are a day from the mountain pass that
will take us into Arc. Given Siri’s analogy, however, the ancient rock appears forever
unattainable.
As we prepare to march in the pre-light of dawn, we hear hoof
beats. A great thundering approaches from the north. Surely the cavalry is
finished? Unless – and I jerk to Damin – only the archers were on the shields. Cavalry
is about more than archers.
“Get down!” Damin hollers. “Horin, where are you?”
The lad runs towards us, fingers around his glowing green
orb. Everywhere people crouch.
Damin starts laughing.
“What?” I demand. There is nothing amusing about this.
“The Messengers!” Damin crows, punching the air. As Horin
skids to a halt beside him, he adds, “It is all right. These are friends.” The
boy heaves and nods, relief clear in his expression.
Three hundred men and women adorned with red sashes join us
mere minutes later, calling out greeting to the Messengers already with us. Apparently
they used the same route Lyra and Hanna had. Leading them is Joseph, an older
man. He and Damin pump hands, grinning at each other.
Joseph has much news to share.
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