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More fighters for the cause. That was why Elliot was here in the far southeast of Dalriada, somewhere in the midpoint between Alliria and Oban proper. The coast of the Allirian Strait itself was a good arrow-shot away from where he and five freewomen lay in ambush. It was hot, and the afternoon...

People would hunt them if it became widespread, and put them at great risk. "They would," Elliot agreed. The surprises of today likely part of the few exceptions which proved the rule, it could be well relied upon to assume the vast majority of people, "civilized" or not, acted in their own...

The battle in the Square was as varied as it was big. Certainly, the Obanese soldiers were not aided by the hasty retreat of Commander Goldsmith (a fair-weather commander if there ever was one), but in some areas of the battle their sergeants carried the day. Or were carrying the day, rather...

You're not vegetarian are you? "No. That's foolish." A day of surprises, was it not? Lyssia, and now Elijah. Out of the two he had thought that any notion of charity towards himself would be rebuked more so by Elijah. Elliot could make no guesses as to how either felt in their heart of hearts...

Elliot had a hand to Patricia's back, pushing her along if need be, ensuring that she didn't fall behind. The soldiers recognized her, of this Elliot had no doubt, and whether the battle in the Square was won or lost by the military, if they were able to seize her and deliver "Oban's justice"...

A consideration, brief but powerful. Seeing her in action, Khari was skilled. Exceptionally skilled. Was it self-taught, honed over a long life full of occasions for improvement? Or was she trained somewhere? No one involved in the conspiracy of this rebellion asked many questions of the others...

Not one to push his luck, Taros, once back on his feet, didn't overstay what good graces Elijah and Lyssia still afforded to him. But a parting word to all those gathered couldn't hurt. It wasn't personal, after all. Except perhaps in Elliot's case. My, he did hate to be the bearer of bad...

Dead. Elliot grimaced, flashing clenched teeth. Connor was the man in whom Elliot had trusted with the task of getting Patricia clear of the fighting and keeping her safe. Plans, as it always happened, never survived first contact, and thus it fell to improvisation to patch the gaps. He had a...

Slowly, vision started to return, the bright white crackling away and the world, piece by piece, filling in the gaps. Sounds which were distant started to come nearer, nearer, not perfect, still it was like having scraps of cloth stuffed into his ears, but it was enough to hear was being said...

Elliot burst out of the building, Bow in hand and arrow nocked, held low and ready to raise, draw, and loose if need be. But there were no soldiers nearby. Just a stream of civilians flooding out of the Square one way and rebels pushing forward in the other way. The melee was still widespread...

What the rebels didn't have was superior arms, armor, and training. What they did have was speed, surprise, and numbers. As Khari had mentioned during the palaver three days ago, cutting off the head of the snake was ideal. Men without clear leadership and freed of the fear of reprisals from...

The Arbiter was taking his place atop the big gallows platform, and Elliot took a quick stock. Connor Blomgren, the owner of the house in which Elliot had held a palaver with the few like-minded foreigners, was down below, close to the gallows; his part was very perilous, securing Patricia once...

The crackle and the flash erased the world in an instant. In one fraction of a moment, Elliot had no idea what just happened. The ringing in his ears and the burn of light in his eyes were all he knew, all he could possibly concern himself with. That fraction passed. Another fraction. It seemed...

((Continuing on)) THE DAY OF THE HANGING The air of Griffin's Peak was strangely festive. Though the town was split on its opinion of Patricia's verdict, those that were in favor of her hanging took the occasion like any other public execution—which was to say, an exciting event to see...

"Yes, chains and a gag, I concur," Taros said. He obviously needed some kind of a solution for this business of keeping Elliot hostage. Poisoned or not, wounded or not, if the dark elf could stand then he could fight, and could likely fight hard enough to be a nuisance about it. And, of course...