XVIII“That's it,” said Whelm from beside the spindle reader. “Power's all gone. We won't be able to see any more.”
Finn still stared at the empty orb, trying to make sense of what they'd seen. These had to be old images. Perhaps the oldest of all. Connor had surely included them because they showed another turning point. He must have found a journal of the Baron from somewhere and overlaid a transcription of the man's thoughts and observations.
“Will you be able to charge the cells up in Engn?” asked Diane.
“Perhaps. There's still power to be found if you know where to look.”
“Maybe we can see more when we get there.”
“So now you want to see the pictures, do you?” said Whelm. The exasperation was clear on his face despite his bruises. The tone of accusation in his voice was obvious, t
