CHAPTER 75An odd stillness filled Esyal as she looked at the spear tip protruding through the door. Was this the beginning of the end? The gradual, inevitable chipping away of the Keep’s defences?
Even as anger at this weakness was rising, she became aware of a movement beside her. It was Qualto. He was striding across the kitchen carrying a heavy pan. Before Esyal realized what he intended, he had reached over their rough barricade, and struck two almighty blows. When he stood back, the spear tip was bent at right angles wedging it in the door. It waggled feebly. The sight was both dramatic and incongruous and Esyal could not forbear both applauding and laughing. Nyk and Badr joined in and Qualto raised his pan in triumph.
There was a sudden lull in the enemy’s clamour and the silence c
