Chapter Three
Hector had almost completed his turn at watch. Any moment now, Tsendi would come down to relieve him, and one of the Storm’s scouts would be with her. Paolo, maybe, or perhaps Freya. There! Something above made a ripple in the rainwater streaming down the incline onto the ruddy soil of Broad Plain. Hector stood and watched as Freya and Tsendi scrambled down to the sentry post.
‘All quiet?’ asked Freya, looking up as she reached his side, one hand settling the hood on her waxed canvas jacket.
‘No problems. Every living thing is staying out of the rain. And above?’
Tsendi arrived in time to answer this. She padded forward to peer over the edge of the post, reassuring herself that nothing was approaching, and then looked back over her shoulder at him.
‘Uproar,’ she told him
