CHAPTER 7Feliz Gebrod squinted at the sun of Dunroamin, which was almost at its zenith. He stood on a small circle of foundation material, a tiny, artificial island from which the narrow neck of the fountain protruded and which hid the power pack he had buried at its base and connected to the bulge of apparatus at its tip; and his stormy blue eyes looked up and beyond the city to where the trees hid the ship and—he fervently hoped—Kai within it.
There had been some small discussion in the early hours of the morning before the guard had knocked on his door, summoning him to leave the room and supervise the last of the construction work in the square.
“—But how do I know you’ll get away all right?” Kai had kept insisting.
“You’ll just have to take my word for it,” Feliz had repeated.
“Bu
