through the world.
Iskra and her bull did not rise again.
Abraxos gave a groan of pain, and Manon
twisted in the saddle, her heart raging.
Iskra was dead. The Yellowlegs Heir was
dead.
It didn’t fill her with the joy it should have.
Not with that vulnerable grate on the city wall
under attack.
So she snapped the reins, and Abraxos
soared for the city walls, and then Sorrel and
Vesta were beside her, Asterin coming in fast
from behind. They flew low, beneath the
Ironteeth now fighting Ironteeth, the Ironteeth
still fighting Crochans. Aiming for the spots
where the river flowed right up to their sides.
Already, a longboat had reached them.
Already, arrows were flying from the small
grate—guards frantic to keep the enemy at
bay.
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