The compound was in complete turmoil. Guards raced from place to place, horses whinnied and skittered, and people cried out.
Another blast sounded out from near Basha and Therese’s hut. Smoke, sparks, and burning bits of debris flew up into and filled the air.
She ran toward the center of activity. As her eyes scanned the area ahead, Leala raced toward her. On her heels came Fidel, urging the old woman to hurry.
When the two old ones reached her side, Lucy changed direction to run with them. “What’s going on?”
“I’ve no idea!” Fidel cried. Soot blackened his face. His clothing, always so carefully tended, sported burns, and his cape was torn.
“Are you hurt?”
“What happened?” Lucy grabbed an arm of each of them and pulled them to a stop just as a rushing arrow flew over their heads. She pulled them down into the brush. “Down. Down! We’re under fire!”
“Oh!” Leala exclaimed. “Oh, oh, oh!”
“Were you hit?”
“No! I just— I twisted my ankle.”
“Can you make it to the infirmary?”
“I think so.”
“I’ll cover you,” Fidel said.
“No!” Lucy ordered. “You two run. I’ll cover you from behind.”
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