Chapter Eleven War and WitchesThe children followed Impelo, walking along tunnels, passing men who were cleaning refells and filling steel balls with black powder. Eventually, they ended up in front of another door framed by timber that was surrounded by earth. Impelo opened the door.
The atmosphere in the room was not very friendly. Everyone was either scowling or shouting.
‘We have other uncertainties to think about,’ a round-faced man shouted. ‘Are you forgetting the governor’s power?’
‘But we have a way to gather more men to fight,’ Ignis retorted.
‘What way is that?’ a bearded man asked loudly. ‘We are firerulers, not magic men.’
A long-haired man drank last remnants of liquid from his cup and wiped his moustache with the back of his hand. ‘He’s right. We have no power that can m
