It was no use. The guards had caught up with them and they were surrounded on all sides by tall stewards with mean-looking faces and glinting spears. How would they get to Cleo now? Tom noticed that the stewards’ togas were dazzling white and draped in careful folds, and the men wore beaded sandals on their feet. “Great sandals, guys,” Tom said, trying to say anything that might distract the stewards long enough for him take a swipe at them. A couple of the stewards actually looked down at their feet and smiled, but it wasn’t enough to make them drop their spears. “Nice try, prison scum!” one of the stewards said, shaking his spear. “Throw down your weapons or I’ll skewer you like a kebab.” “We need to get past them,” Isis cried. “I’ve got to get to Cleo!” The men were closing in on them. Tom looked about him. Guards were everywhere. He held out his two swords even though his tired arms were shaking with the weight. “Just try to push them back towards the prisoners’ quarters,”
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