(chapter continued from previous post)
“That is what the other earthborn fear. It is not so much for their own existence. When an earthborn dies, the land dies, and all that grows on it. All life depends on them. There are many, many earthborn, but the loss of one is a loss to all life.”
Kieran growled, hackles rising.
“Kieran says fight,” Tyrel said, probably unnecessarily. “And I’m with him. We don’t let them get away with this. They crawl out of Ilek empty-handed or, better yet, they don’t leave alive. If worst comes to worst, the rest of you go on, and Madoc and I start picking them off one at a time from the shadows every time they stick their noses out their doors.”
Madoc’s tufted ears perked forward, and he sat up straighter, clearly quite willing.
“You can only cover one or two doorways,” Kaveri pointed out. “Neither of you flies, or can run between watchers nearly as fast as Cissa, or climbs as well as me, or can get into odd places like Mirren. And I dare you to try to get Kieran to go anywhere with this particular prey in reach. ‘Worst comes to worst’ means we find a way to make sure Iole and Phaidra and Ander and our gear are safe somewhere, and then we all go after them.”
“There are approaches other than outright combat,” Narcissa said, her tone gently chiding. “And it would make us little better than them if we were to simply kill indiscriminately. One does not blame the victim of a crime, even if the victim lashes out in fear.” Continue reading