10. The MessageTristan’s head snapped up from the Eagle harness he was mending, the great crack ringing through his ears. Everyone in the Eagle Hall stopped, poised between tasks. Tristan stood, the leather harness dropping from his hand. Slowly he began to walk towards the door, his steps quickening until he was running. He burst out of the Eagle Rider Building finding the same hushed silence outside. A dark plume streaked the sky. He clenched his fists. Another explosion.
Cuinn’s voice cut across the heavy silence. “To the Eagle Hall. Alert the Riders. Ready all the Eagles. We’ll need harnesses and armour and something heatproof for the Riders to wear.”
Feet scuffled on the gravel. Someone grabbed the clapper of the warning bell and rang it loudly, the deep sound reverberating through
