‘Run,’ cried the Watcher. ‘They’re coming again.’

The cobblestones shifted under them and several of the soldiers lost their footing.

‘Run!’ cried the Faemir again, and Hrulth led the charge towards the Maelir stronghold. All around them, buildings were collapsing in the darkness. Cluric had sheathed his sword to allow himself to run more freely. Somehow he knew instinctively that if this came to a fight, he would be lost.

Horrific bellowing noises, which he knew from bitter experience were grale, filled the night sky. This time they were accompanied by a droning undercurrent that was totally unfamiliar. Cluric didn’t look back. He kept his eyes on the street, watching for the potholes and chasms that opened up in his path.

The Maelir barricades were in sight now. Cluric saw the torches burning in front of him. More bellows vaulted into the sky, and he felt his shoulder aching as he ran.

Not far to go, he muttered, as he felt himself dropping behind the others. Not far to go.

The street under his feet buckled and he fell.

‘Cluric!’ Hrulth called.

‘I’m all right. Go ahead.’ But Hrulth was already by his side, helping him up.

‘Are you hurt?’ asked Hrulth.

‘I think I bruised my knee,’ said Cluric, ‘but I can still put my weight on it. Come on.’

They dashed for the Maelir stronghold, aware that just behind them, Dusk creatures were pouring out of the ground and into the streets of Peleusar.

The rest of the patrol cheered as the pair finally reached the barricades.

‘You are fools,’ cried the Faemir Watcher. ‘This is only the beginning. Get the fires started. It’s the only thing that will stop them.’

Hrulth spoke frantically to the other battalion leaders and the orders to start fires were given.

As Cluric stared out into the blackness, he could see blood-red eyes moving like disembodied spectres through the alleys of Peleusar. The Faemir Watcher, the hated enemy, stood next to him, and he felt her fear.

‘You are the first Faemir I’ve ever seen who was afraid,’ he said.

She looked at him, shivering. ‘Am I also the first Faemir you’ve seen without a weapon in her hand?’

Cluric nodded.

‘Then I don’t see why you’re so surprised.’

‘You said you were attacked by something worse than grale and Dusk-rats,’ said Cluric. ‘What is it that terrifies you so much?’

The Watcher closed her eyes as if she was trying to ward off a vision, and uttered a single word: ‘Wraiths.’