Chapter Twenty: FlightThe sound of heavy boots on tiles echoed down the corridor outside Josephine's private room. About three minutes earlier, the atrium had exploded in shrieking as three High Incantors had appeared unscheduled from the pit demanding to see the Inquisitors.
Josephine had paused in the act of changing into her dress uniform to listen. From the garbled fragments she could here through the thick stone walls, it sounded as though there had been a guerrilla attack on the Bridge Below. Breathless, her heart thumping in her ears, she listened for more details of the attackers and was not disappointed.
She heard the words green-skin scum repeated three or four times and new instantly who it had been. She had no doubt that they would probably be dead by now, but she was also we
