Chapter 33
ISANDOR STRUGGLED, but the Knights bound his arms behind his back and dragged him away from Milleus’ truck. He yelled out, “Jevaithi!” But his voice did not rise above the screams of the people, and the hiss of engines.
People chanted, “Jevaithi, Jevaithi!”
A lot of people were screaming, and over the noise, there was a thunderous roar that shook the ground and made the air vibrate. The Knights stopped behind a large tent, with Isandor suspended between them, hanging from their grip on his upper arms.
“There,” one of the men, a Knight Leader, said, his gaze directed downhill. At least twenty huge dark objects were floating down into the camp, massive round silhouettes occasionally punctuated by a flame and another roar.
Balloons. The Chevakian army.
A volley of arrows flew
