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et to them。
They responded by trying to swamp the Limper； which they managed with some success； fifteen or twenty piling on and keeping him pinned by sheer body weight。 The Lieutenant shifted the fire of the engines temporarily； pounded that seething pile till it broke up and the Limper regained his feet。
That ploy having failed； a band of the creatures clotted up and tried to break out to the west。 I don't know whether they planned to escape entirely or meant to swing around and strike from behind。 The dozen who made it through encountered Whisper； and a heavy fall of the melting dust。 The dust killed a half…dozen workers for every castle creature； but it stopped the charge。 Only five creatures survived it。
Those five immediately encountered the portal from elsewhere that expelled the cold breath of the infinite。 They all perished。
Whisper； meantime； was scrambling for altitude。 A drum…roll procession of bangs pursued her up the sky。 She was a better flyer than Journey； but even so could not evade injury。 Down she came； eventually touching down beyond the fortress。
Within the castle itself creatures were out with the cats…o'…nine…tails； extinguishing the fires started by Whisper and the Limper。 The structure had begun to look pathetic； so much of its substance had been consumed。 Gone was the dark； dreadful grace of weeks before。 It was one big； dark； glassy lump； and it seemed impossible that creatures could survive inside it； yet they did； and continued the fight。 A handful came out on the ramp and did something which gnawed black chunks out of the Lieutenant's conflagration。 All the creatures on the slope ran for home； not a one forgetting to scoop up at least one body。
The ice door opened again； its breath dumping on the steps。 The fires died instantly。 A score of the creatures died too； hammered to powder by the Lieutenant's missiles。 The things inside took a tack I had anticipated fearfully since I had seen Feather crash。 They turned their booming spell on the slope。
If it wasn't the thing that had pursued the Lieutenant； Elmo； One…Eye and me that day； it was a close cousin。 There wasn't much flash or smoke when they used it on the slope； but huge holes appeared； often with bloody pulp smashed into their bottoms。
All this happened so swiftly； so dramatically； that nobody really had time to think。 I don't doubt that even the pany would have run had events been stretched out enough to allow thinking time。 As it was； in their confusion； the men had a chance only to pursue roles for which they had been preparing since reaching Juniper。 They stood their ground and； too often； died。
The Limper scampered around the slope like an insane chicken； cackling and hunting creatures who hadn't died on the steps。 There were a score of those； most surrounded by angry soldiers。 Some of the creatures were slain by their own side； for those knots made tempting targets for the booming spell。
Teams of creatures appeared on the ramparts； assembling devices like the one we'd seen them try to use before。 This time there was no Taken above to drop and give them hell。
Not till fool Journey came rushing past the hospital； looking cruelly battered； and stole the Limper's carpet。
It had been my notion that one Taken could not use another's vehicle。 Not so； apparently； for Journey got the thing aloft and dove upon the castle again； dumping dust and another fire egg。 The castle knocked him down again； and despite the tumult； I heard the Limper howling and cursing him for it。
Ever see how a child draws a straight line？ None too straight。 Something as shaky as a child's hand scribbled a wobbly line from Duretile to the black castle。 It hung against the night like an improbable clothesline； wriggling； of indeterminate color； irridescent。 Its tip threw sparks off the obsidian material； like the meeting of flint and steel magnified ten thousand times； generating an actinic glare too intense to view directly。 The entire slope was bathed in wild bluish light。
I put aside my instruments and stepped out to better observe； for down in my gut I knew the Lady anchored the nether end of that scrawl； having entered the lists for the first time。 She was the big one； the most powerful； and if the castle could be reduced at all； hers was the might that would do it。
The Lieutenant must have been distracted。 For a few seconds his fires dwindled。 A half…dozen castle creatures went up the steps； dragging two and three corpses apiece。 A rush of their patriots came out to meet the Limper； who was in hot pursuit。 My guess is they got twelve bodies inside。 Some might not have lost the spark of life entirely。
Chunks flew from the castle where the Lady's line touched； each blazing with that brilliant light。 Thin cracks； in crimson； appeared against the black； spreading slowly。 The creatures assembling the devices retreated； were replaced by others trying to lessen the effects of the Lady's attack。 They had no luck。 Several were knocked down by missiles from the Lieutenant's batteries。
The Limper reached the head of the stairs and stood limned against the glow of a section of castle still afire； sword raised high。 A giant runt； if you will pardon the contradiction。 He is a tiny thing； yet stood huge at that moment。 He bellowed； 〃Follow me！〃 and charged down the ramp。
To my everlasting amazement； men followed him。 Hundreds of men。 I saw Elmo and the remnants of his pany go roaring up； across； and disappear。 Even scores of gutsy citizens decided to take part。
Part of the story of Marron Shed had e out recently； without names or such； but with heavy emphasis on how much wealth he and Raven had garnered。 Obviously； the story had been planted against this moment； when a storm of manpower would be needed to subdue the castle。 In ensuing minutes the call of wealth led many a man from the Buskin up those steps。
Down on the far side of the castle Whisper reached One…Eye's camp。 One…Eye and his men； of course； had stood to arms； but had taken part in nothing yet。 His mine operation had stalled once he was certain there was no way to get around or to breech the substance of the castle。
Whisper brought one of those eggs of fire； planted it against the obsidian exposed by One…Eye's mine。 She set it off and let it gnaw at the fortress's underbelly。
That； I learned later； had been in the plan for some time。 She had done some fancy flying to bring her crippled carpet down near One…Eye so she could carry it out。
Seeing the men pour into the castle； seeing the walls abandoned and being broken up by the Lady； seeing fires burning unchecked； I decided the battle was ours and was all over but the crying。 I went back into the hospital and resumed cutting and stitching； setting and just plain shaking my head over men for whom there was nothing I could do。 I wished One…Eye weren't on the far side of the ridge。 He'd always been my principal assistant； and I missed him。 While I could not denigrate Pockets' skill； he did not have One…Eye's talent。 Often there was a man beyond my help who could be saved with a little magic。
A whoop and howl told me Journey was back； home from his latest crash