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looked
to Gan for his agreement. Gan nodded.
    ‘A good idea. See if
you can learn anything about a road out of this Valley too. We need
to go south.’
    ‘I think I’ll go too,’
Olam decided. ‘I am an Arms Chief after all – I’m entitled to make
a fuss if necessary!’
    He winked and followed
Pallin and Riff from the kitchen. The others wandered out into the
colonnade to watch the three men march off, somewhat surprised to
see Storm pacing close behind them. Brin’s eyes
sparkled.
    ‘Did you see young
Storm turn on that Keeper last night?’ he asked generally. ‘Most
effective.’
    Seela huffed and
ignored the crimson Dragon. ‘I heard Grek’s words,’ she said. ‘We
have been flying high when we go for our “exercise”.’ She sounded
pleased with herself. ‘The Valley stretches on towards the rising
sun as far as we could see, but there is a trail leading in the
direction we need not too far away.’
    Maressa smiled, moving
to lean against a massive purple shoulder.
    ‘ “Not too far” for a
Dragon is “quite a long way” for humans. We’ve learnt that already.
Let me look.’
    The air mage closed her
eyes, sending her mind high and fast to the east. ‘Three or four
leagues,’ she said, opening her eyes again. ‘That’s far enough, if
Olam can’t get the koninas.’
    ‘If he can’t, we can
carry all of you to that place,’ Brin told them.
    Ren nodded. ‘I’m sure
you could, but then what? You cannot carry all of us for long and
we have no idea how much desert land we have to travel – in any
direction. Without a guide, I can’t see how we’ll make
it.’
    ‘I could – persuade –
Kirat to guide you,’ Grek offered carefully.
    The company avoided
each other’s eyes, none liking to contemplate quite how Grek might
achieve such a thing.
    ‘Thank you Grek. We
will consider your idea.’ Tika stroked her hand along the great
scar winding down Farn’s neck. ‘Perhaps you should locate Kirat –
he may have left the City by now?’
    ‘I will seek him at
once,’ Grek agreed.
    In the silence
following Grek’s presumed departure, the company gazed across the
open space to where the Domes rose. They sat comfortably abutting
each other and looked as though they had done so for ever. Tika
leaned against Navan, her head tilted back to squint up at the very
top of the Domes, dazzling still against the brightness of mid
afternoon.
    ‘I had no bad feelings
in any of those Domes,’ she murmured aloud. ‘I felt a great sadness
and an endless waiting – no, patience – in Singer’s Dome.’ She
shivered and walked back into the sitting room. ‘I’ve been trying
to work out how Singer could have got inside one. The Domes have
been here since long before he came, of that I am sure.’
    ‘Perhaps they put
wheels beneath him and pulled him in do you think?’ Navan wandered
round the room as he thought. ‘Olam said that while we were in
Kertiss’s rooms last night, Singer showed them his wings. They slid
out from his sides Olam said, quite large and curved. Then they
disappeared again and none of them could find a crack or mark to
show where they had been. Maybe he has wheels himself which he can
hide, like his wings?’
    ‘Olam returns,’ Seela
mind spoke them.
    The three men wore
broad grins when they arrived. ‘Lots of koninas,’ Pallin announced.
‘Only a few paces from the entrance. Stables full of gear and feed
grain. No one watching the gates.’
    ‘Easy to tell which
ones are ours: the others are all so pale coloured,’ Riff
added.
    ‘And do you remember
the route in, through all those different circles, each with their
own gateways?’ Gan asked pointedly. ‘It isn’t going to be easy,
getting out of here if Kertiss orders the Qwah to make sure we stay
put.’
    Olam’s grin faded
rather. He sighed. ‘I feel a bit better knowing where the koninas
are anyway,’ he said. He brightened. ‘Surely the Qwah wouldn’t
argue with us if the Dragons flew close above