As they levitated over therailing they heard two thunderous explosions boom out. “How dare you?” he growled. “But you’ll never capture her. Soon they could see that the bridge had somehow returned.
Iron shoes clip-clopped on the stones as Xanthus spurred his horse to stand before Alfred. One by one the Envoys told Tristan who they were, and to which order he or she belonged. He could only hope that his words hadsomehow been enough. Wait, Tristan thought, as he watched the brave warriors hold their ground.
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