XXVIIIMaeve strode forwards, a phalanx of wreckers at her back. They were all armed and armoured for war, forty or more of them, carrying blades and staves, or the bows and arrows Finn had seen in use at the wall. More wreckers emerged from the pathways, or directly out of the tangled wreckage, as if they'd been climbing through the metal boughs rather than following the paths. Quickly, they cut off all lines of escape.
“So, Finn. You run straight to the masters to tell them what you learned about us. As I knew you would.”
There was no sign of Aelth behind her. Had she uncovered his part in their escape? He hoped not.
“No,” said Finn. “As ever, you're wrong. We're here to finish the job we started three years ago. The job you were too busy playing your long games to attempt.”
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