![]() ![]() Toller divined at once that it was their intention to harass and perhaps rob some of the migrant families he had seen earlier. Although obviously not migrants, they were hurrying towards the Quarter. The streets he had roamed as a boy were littered and deserted, part of the alien territory of the past.Ī minute after entering Greenmount district he rounded a corner and encountered a band of five civilians who had armed themselves with staves. He rode through the gap, ignoring apprehensive stares from people who were clambering across the stakes, and chose a direct route up the hill towards the Square House. He urged the bluehorn into a gallop, judging his direction from the groups of refugees he met, and eventually espied a place where the perimeter barricade had been pulled to the ground. It was only necessary, Toller knew, for a slight breeze to spring up and the whole city would be engulfed in a matter of minutes. The city was built of stone, but the timber and rope with which it had been cocooned to ward off the ptertha were highly flammable and the fires were becoming large enough to create their own convection systems, gaining ground with no assistance from the elements. Far off to his right, in Ro-Atabri itself, the fires appeared to be spreading. ![]() ![]() Not pausing to see what kind of reception the migrants’would receive, Toller spurred his bluehorn on towards Greenmount. ![]()
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