“Stop shooting, you fool!” he heard a voice yell from below. “You might hit our lady.”
“We should follow her up there,” someone else said. “She might need our help.”
Barlo stifled a groan. The last thing he wanted was a pack of Lady Justice’s followers up there with them.
“No one else is climbing the tower,” Iarion called in a clear voice from somewhere below. Barlo realized he must have made it past the villagers to the base of the stairs and almost went limp with relief.
Angry shouts erupted in response.
“Who are you to stop us?”
Barlo heard a cry of pain.
“He shot me! He shot me in the arm!”
“That was a warning,” Iarion said. “The next one will be through your chest.”
Barlo drew his attention from the ruckus below to Lady Justice. He had stepped out of the corner, and they were
