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with him. Handing the team off to his youngest brother, he
made a flying mount into the saddle and forced the big
horse through the mill to confront the gatekeeper
personally.
"Papers!" the man shouted at him, and held out a hand,
wide-eyed and automated as a mechanical doll.
"Don't be a fool!" Deymorin shouted back, and pointed
at the approaching wall of lightning. "These people are
going to fry, and you'll fry with them! Get them and the
stock through the gate and into the underground. Now!"
The man stared at him blankly, obviously terrified into
idiocy. Ignoring him, Deymorin began shouting orders at
anyone within earshot. He found a manone of the idiot's
assistantsfamiliar with the nearest entrance into Old Rho-
matum, and set him at the forwardmost team, with orders
to get the men and animals under cover.
"After hours, sir!" The man shouted. "Locked!"
"Then break the damned doors down!" Deymorin
answered.
"Yes, sir!"
In a few moments, the frightened horses, free of harness,
were forming a steady stream toward the underground city
and stables, the oldest legacy of Darius' followers, and
newly restored for the delight and amusement of tourists.
Tourists be damned, it got them out of the storm.
Deymorin spotted Nikki with .his unharnessed team in
hand, waved him into line, then searched the madness for
Kiyrstin and Mikhyel. Targeting on Kiyrstin's red hair, a
spot of color in the lightning glare, he pushed his way
through to them.
"We're all right, JD," Kiyrstin shouted, and Mikhyel's
determined calm seeped past the gut-jolting thunder.
"We'll get underground, wait for you there!"
Meaning /'// get your shattering brother to safety, and
don't you dare waste time worrying about us.
Deymorin grabbed a fistful of her hair long enough to
press his lips hard to hers.
As the rain began to fall, he let her go, then shouted,
"Love you!", and ran to help free another panicked team
from wind-whipped balloon silk.
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"I remind you, our identification is all in that carriage
outside. Do you care to go retrieve it?"
Mikhyel dunMheric's velvety voice carried a hint of con-
tempt that could cut through the most imperturbable indi-
vidual's confidence.
The keeper of Trisini Gate was not what one would call
imperturbable.
"Iit doesn't matter. The law says"
"I know full well what the law says. I wrote it. Shall I