what Pacela’s Priests did. Of course, the gate would be the true test but something urged him on. A feeling – Pacela watching over him? He sent a wry smile to the dirt road; why not? Such help couldn’t come soon enough.
When the gates finally did appear before him, towering high enough to block the thin sun and cast the guard post in shadow, he shivered. A farmer’s cart was being searched by half a dozen Steelhawks, their striped insignia revealing high ranking officers. They climbed into the wagon and began removing crates of pomegranate, commencing a thorough search – which didn’t bode well for Never’s disguises.
Doubt crept forth.
“Let’s rest a moment,” he said, angling his head to Luis.
Together they lowered Elina to the earth, closer to Tsolde. No-one spoke while they waited and w
