“Let's go then.”
They broke into a jog, heading for the nearest line-of-sight tower. It would take them an hour or more even if they could maintain the same pace, and they'd be visible from the walls all the way. As they jogged, Finn looked backwards, constantly expecting to see pursuit. There was nothing. But even if the ironclads knew where they were, they'd have to leave Engn by a gate. They were probably galloping towards them even now, around the curve of the wall. He and Diane had to get out of sight.
He spurted forwards to try and hurry them on, although he didn't have the energy to keep it up and soon slowed again. Diane jogged along beside him, panting heavily. When had they last eaten? He couldn't remember.
From the reservoir wall the grass plain had looked featureless, stretc
