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d as defensible as thirty men could。 Finished doctoring； I went poking through the Limper's documents。 I found nothing immediately interesting。
〃About a hundred men ing out of Rust！〃 someone shouted。
The Lieutenant snapped； 〃Make this place look abandoned！〃 Men scurried。
I popped up to the wall top for a quick peek at the scrub woods north of us。 One…Eye was out there； creeping toward the city； hoping to get to Corder's friends。
Even after having been triply decimated in the great sieges and occupied for years； Rust remained adamant in its hatred for the Lady。
The imperials were careful。 They sent scouts around the wall。 They sent a few men up close to draw fire。 Only after an hour of cautious maneuver did they rush the half…open gate。
The Lieutenant let fifteen get inside before tripping the portcullus。 Those went down in a storm of arrows。 Then we hustled to the wall and let fly at those milling around outside。
Another dozen fell。 The others retreated beyond bowshot。 There they milled and grumbled and tried to decide what next。
Tracker remained nearby all that time。 I saw him loose only four arrows。 Each ripped right through an imperial。 He might not be bright； but he could use a bow。
〃If they're smart；〃 I told him； 〃they'll set a picket line and wait for the Limper。 No point them getting hurt when he can handle us。〃
Tracker grunted。 Toadkiller Dog opened one eye； grumbled deep in his throat。 Down the way； Goblin and Silent crouched with heads together； alternately popping up to look outside。 I figured they were plotting。
Tracker stood up； grunted again。 I looked myself。 More imperials were leaving Rust。 Hundreds more。
Nothing happened for an hour； except that more and more troops appeared。 They surrounded us。
Goblin and Silent unleashed their wizardry。 It took the form of a cloud of moths。 I could not discern their provenance。 They just gathered around the two。 When they were maybe a thousand strong； they fluttered away。
For a while there was a lot of screaming outside。 When that died I ambled over and asked a grim…faced Goblin； 〃What happened？〃
〃Somebody with a touch of talent；〃 he squeaked。 〃Almost as good as us。〃
〃We in trouble？〃
〃In trouble？ Us？ We got it whipped； Croaker。 We got them on the run。 They just don't know it yet。〃
〃I meant 。 。 。 〃
〃He won't hit back。 He don't want to give himself away。 There's two of us and only one of him。〃
The imperials began assembling artillery pieces。 The pound had not been built to withstand bombardment。
Time passed。 The sun climbed。 We watched the sky。 When would doom e riding in on a carpet？
Certain the imperials would not immediately attack； the Lieutenant had some of us gather our plunder on the parade ground； ready to board a windwhale。 Whether he believed it or not； he insisted we would be evacuated after sunset。 He would not entertain the possibility that the Taken would arrive first。
He did keep morale up。
The first missile fell an hour after noon。 A ball of fire smacked down a dozen feet short of the wall。 Another arced after it。 It fell on the parade ground； sputtered； fizzled。
〃Going to burn us out；〃 I muttered to Tracker。 A third missile came。 It burned cheerfully； but also upon the parade。
Tracker and Toadkiller Dog stood and stared over the ramparts； the dog stretching on his hind legs。 After a while Tracker sat down； opened his wooden case； withdrew a half dozen overly long arrows。 He stood again； stared toward the artillery engines； arrow across his bow。
It was a long flight； but reachable even with my weapon。 But I could have plinked all day and not e close。
Tracker fell into a state of concentration almost trancelike。 He lifted and bent his bow； pulled it to the head of his arrow； let fly。
A cry rolled up the slope。 The artillerymen gathered around one of their number。
Tracker loosed shafts smoothly and quickly。 I'd guess he put four in the air at one time。 Each found a target。 Then he sat down。 〃That's that。〃
〃Say what？〃
〃No more good arrows。〃
〃Maybe that's enough to discourage them。〃
It was。 For a while。 About long enough for them to move back and put up some protective mantlets。 Then the missiles came again。 One found a building。 The heat was vicious。
The Lieutenant prowled the wall restlessly。 I joined his silent prayer that the imperials would not get worked up and rush us。 There would be no way to stop them。
Chapter Eighteen：SIEGE
The sun was settling。 We were alive still。 No Taken carpet had e swooping out of the Plain。 We had begun to believe there was a chance。
Something hammered on the gate； a great loud pounding； like the hammer of doom。 One…Eye roared up； 〃Let me in； damnit！〃
Somebody scooted down and opened up。 He came to the ramparts。 〃Well？〃 Goblin demanded。
〃I don't know。 Too many imperials。 Not enough Rebels。 They wanted to argue it out。〃
〃How did you get through？〃 I asked。
〃Walked；〃 he snapped。 Then； less belligerently； 〃Trade secret； Croaker。〃
Sorcery。 Of course。
The Lieutenant paused to hear One…Eye's report； resumed his ceaseless prowl。 I watched the imperials。 There were indications they were out of patience。
One…Eye evidently supported my suspicion with direct evidence。 He； Goblin； and Silent started plotting。
I am not certain what they did。 Not moths； but the results were similar。 A big outcry； soon stifled。 But now we had three spook doctors to work the mine。 The extra man sought the imperial who negated the spell。
A man ran toward the city； aflame。 Goblin and One…Eye howled victoriously。 Not two minutes later an artillery engine burst into flames。 Then another。 I watched our wizards closely。
Silent remained all business。 But Goblin and One…Eye were getting carried away； having a good time。 I feared they would go too far； that the imperials would attack in hope of overwhelming them。
They came； but later than I expected。 They waited till nightfall。 And then they were more cautious than the situation demanded。
Meantime； smoke began to waft up over the ruined walls of Rust。 One…Eye's mission had succeeded。 Somebody was doing something。 Some of the imperials pulled out and hurried back to deal with it。
As the stars came out I told Tracker； 〃Guess we'll soon know if the Lieutenant was right。〃
He just looked puzzled。
Imperial horns sounded signals。 panies moved toward the wall。 He and I stood to our bows； seeking targets that were difficult in the darkness； though there was a bit of moon。 Out of the nowhere； he asked； 〃What's she like； Croaker？〃
〃What？ Who？〃 I let fly。
〃The Lady。 They say you met her。〃
〃Yeah。 A long time ago。〃
〃Well？ What's she like？〃 He loosed。 A cry answered the twang of his bowstring。 He seemed perfectly calm。 Seemed unaware that he might die in minutes。 That disturbed me。
〃About what you'd expect；〃 I replied。 What could I say？ My contacts with her were but sketchy memories now。 〃Hard and beautiful。〃
The answer did not satisfy him。 It never satisfies anyone。 But it is the best I can give。
〃What did she look like？〃
〃I don't know； Tracker。 I was scared shitless。 And she did things to my mind。 I saw a young； beautiful woman。 But you can see those anywhere。〃
His bow twanged； was answered by another cry。 He shrugged。 〃I sort of wondered。〃 He began loosing more quickly。 The imperials were close now。
I swear； he never missed。 I loosed when I saw something； but 。 。 。 He has eyes like an owl。 All I saw was shadows among shadows。
Goblin； One…Eye； and Silent did what they could。 Their witcheries painted the field with short…lived little flares and screams。 What they could do was not enough。 Ladders slapped against the wall。 Most went right back over again。 But men came up a few。 Then there were a dozen more。 I scattered arrows into the darkness； almost randomly； as quickly as I could； then drew my sword。
The rest of the men did likewise。
The Lieutenant shouted； 〃It's here！〃
I flicked a glance at the stars。 Yes。 A vast shape had appeared overhead。 It was settling。 The Lieutenant had guessed right。
Now all we had to do was get aboard。
Some of the young men broke for the parade ground。 The Lieutenant's curses did not slow them。 Neither did Elmo's snarls and threats。 The Lieutenant yelled for the rest of us to follow。
Goblin and One…Eye loosed something nasty。 For a moment I thought it was some cruel conjured demon。 It looked vile enough。 And it did stall the imperials。 But like much of their magic； it was illusion； not substance。 The enemy soon caught on。
But we had us a head start。 The men reached the parade before the imperials recollected themselves。 They roared； certain they had us。
I reached the windwhale as it touched down。 Silent snagged my arm as I started to scramble aboard。 He indicated the documents we had scrounged。 〃Oh； damn！ There isn't time。〃
Men scrambled past me during my moment of indecision。 Then I tossed sword and bow topside and began pitching bundles up to Silent； who got somebody to relay them to the top。
A gang of imperials charged toward us。 I started for an abandoned sword； saw I could not reach it in time； thought： Oh； shit…not