The time for hysteria was past. "How goes the flooding?" he said mildly. He wouldn't ask about Tyrathect again. "All but complete. The oil is pooling beyond the castle walls." The two packs crouched as one of Woodcarver's bombs exploded just beyond the battlement. Her troops were already halfway back across the field -- and Steel's archers were preoccupied with flooding the tunnels and watching the exits. "We may have flushed out the traitors, my lord. Just before Woodcarver resumed fire,
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