There are no cliffs here, you i***t, he thought. Something landed on him, then something else and something else. None of the weights were crushing, but they increased the oppressive closeness of the space. Claustrophobia welled up inside Thomas. He ruthlessly forced it down.
The ground lurched beneath him, and he found himself rhythmically jolted back and forth. Probably a supply wagon, Thomas thought. The Bears must be getting ready to leave the city.
Which meant that Henry and George would be marching with them. Thomas felt panic rising again. If the Bears from the city joined up with the rest of their troop from the mountain cities and ambushed Henry with raiders and magic on their side, there was no way Henry could win.
Thomas forced himself to stay still, to breathe, and to wait.
