For several hours, boulders a little larger than a man’s head rained down on the city, tearing down walls, crushing rooftops, and crushing to splinters Lascombe’s own siege engines. Chiyo was furious. Forced to take cover with some of his generals at the base of the thick eastern wall, he started to pace like a cornered animal. “How many engines do they have? Our crews are working like animals and still three boulders come in for every one we put out! And what in Rhyvelad is Kynell doing?” General Tengar fought the temptation to swear. He had served under Relgaré in his campaign against the Cylini, had been present to witness Corfe’s conversion, and had done his part to march the Sentries into Lascombe. Only last night he had been told that Corfe had abdicated his position of power. Then Kynell had shown up. Not to win the battle, apparently, or even to fight it. No, the Prysm god, the Deliverer of All Ages had posted himself with the soaking crew and refused to do anything helpful.
