“So I carried on with my plan in secret. Over the last 30 years I have prepared the ground for an assault, hiding magical beacons in some of London’s greatest buildings. Only I know of their whereabouts and how to activate them. And all I need from you is some help to perform the spell. If it fails, you can burn my eyes and consign me to an eternity of wandering the depths of the great tunnels blindly. But if it works, what then?”
There was murmuring from within the ranks of the Black Sun as they debated the offer. On the other side of the hangar, the Ghost Children stood shoulder to shoulder in complete silence, unmoving and unknowing. Schneider turned back to Stranghold and nodded: the plan would go ahead. The Black Sun had agreed to let him put his neck under their axe blade. If he fai
