bristled. âWeâve come too far as a people to go back to antiquated notions and judgââ
âWho else, then?â Elle asked. âOne of our own?â
âJust as likely,â said Brynn.
Grimwarden cleared his throat. âI would be inclined to agree with Elle,â he said, âbut there might be a third possibility.â
âWisps,â Brynn muttered.
âPrecisely.â Grimwarden gripped the pommel of his rychesword, his knuckles whitened. âWe ignorantly believed they were all dead. How simple it would have been for the enemy. Just lie in wait for one of our scouting patrols and replace a true Elf with a treason-minded Wisp.â
âGuardmaster Grimwarden!â a flet soldier yelled from the hallâs entrance. Grimwarden raised a hand. The Elf approached at once, delivering his news as he came. âThe east gate of the city has been breached!â
âWhat?â Grimwarden spun around, furious. âBut we have more than a battalion there . . . and archers.â
The soldier at the entrance was clearly beside himself, growing paler with his commanderâs response. âThe gate itself is thrown down,â he said. âBut our forces were able to waylay the enemy in Sentinel Garden. There, we hold the higher ground. But for how long, I cannot say. What are your orders?â
Thrown down? Grimwarden rose slowly, eyeing the messenger and then surveying the body-strewn hall with great sorrow. So much loss, so much death. If he did not act quickly, even more innocent lives would be lost.
Brynn sensed Grimwardenâs distress.
âSirââsaid the soldier againââyour orders?â
Grimwarden still did not answer. The Gap had been crossed . . . the city walls overrun. The Seven Lords murdered, their infant children taken to some horrible end. And now, the final gate thrown down. The Spider King had not come to defeat the Elves; heâd come to wipe them from the face of Allyra.
Grimwarden glanced once more past the thrones. He knew what he must do. But he shuddered to think what it might cost, what dire destiny he would bind his people to. And if they survived, he knew that history would not reflect his decision kindly. He would be known as the coward who led the Children of the Light into the abysses of the deep . . . and what of the light? If he could not find a way to get his people sunlight . . . he shuddered to think.
Grimwarden straightened his back. âYou are Xander, arenât you? Belarius and Thennaâs boy?â
âYes, sir.â
âThen, Xander, gird yourself for this task. For never in the long history of our beloved city has this command been spoken, and it makes my heart heavy to do so.â He waited a deep breath and said, âLight the blue beacons.â
Xanderâs mouth hung slack. He muttered in shock, âThe blue beacons . . . but that meansââ
âI know very well what it means,â Grimwarden barked. His prominent jaw jutted out even more as he spoke. âBut we will not be wiped like a stain from this world. We will live to fight another day. Light the blue beacons, NOW!â
Xander sprinted away. Grimwarden turned to Brynn. âCan you get to your remaining commanders and order them to gather reinforcements to Sentinel Garden? We must have time for the women and children to get here.â
âI will make it happen,â she replied. âBut we cannot allow the citizens to travel unguarded and by open ways. The enemy will slaughter them.â
Grimwarden was thoughtful. âNo, we cannot. Brynn, you must lead them. See to it that your commanders take a full battalion or more to the garden, but muster at least a troop for yourself. Shepherd our people here by whatever concealed ways you can find. We are going underground.â
Brynn crossed her wrists and bowed. âI will bring our people here safely.â
Grimwarden bowed. But even as he