He said something in his own language, and one guard went to a large box in a corner. The magician turned to the prisoners. “You will be shackled together. Do not fight or you will be killed.”
Thomas cast his eyes towards the door just in time to see another half-dozen men racing into the room, bloodied swords in their hands. They spat something at the magician and turned to face the entrance. The magician stepped up beside them.
Feet raced down the corridor. In the distance, Thomas heard Henry yelling “Faster!”
The magician stepped forward, raising his rod. Thomas, knowing it was probably going to cost him his life, opened his mouth to shout a warning. Eileen’s scream, shrill and loud, cut him off. “Kyun skob!”
Fire filled the hallway, bursting into the room and engulfing the magician
