Chapter 21. Okayy...
You do ask a lot of questions, a traitorous voice in my mind announced, adding to the frustration. So what if I did? What was wrong with a liberal dose of curiosity? Why did Scipio only want us to look down and not ask questions? What did he have to hide?
I threw yet another lash out, only this time I had it draw me up, and slowly began to climb, one lash at a time, up
the edifice of the Citadel. I didn't make myself climb like the other Knights-hand over hand, mutinously devoid of
any fun. I played. I didn't zig, I zagged. I used gravity and
the winch in the harness to my advantage, sometimes
going down so I could flip up to higher levels, casting my
lashes up at the apex of the climb, barely latching on to
a column or arch, or even the sheer walls of the Ci
