Quick, back to the eagles. Hurry up. The staff was jerking now. He took the lead in the courtyard, the two Knights close behind. Almost at the gate. There was a noise, a soft sigh as if someone expelled a breath.
Carro glanced over his shoulder.
Something moved at the dormitory window, a smudge of distorted air.
Quick.
Puffs of snow blew up in the courtyard, coming towards them.
Carro ran.
A loud crack reverberated between the wings of the building, followed by a thump. Carro skidded to a stop. One of the Knights lay face down in the snow. The second Knight, holding the boy over his shoulder, had his dagger in his hand, slashing uselessly in thin air.
Some artefact of icefire.
Carro gripped the staff even though its surface almost froze onto his hands. Something was in the courtyar
