‘Constantine. He shot at me—no, I’m not hurt. Kortes is after him.’
She swayed towards me. I caught her and passed my arm round her; without that she would have fallen on the rocky floor of the dim passage.
‘I heard it and rushed down,’ she panted. ‘I heard it from my room.’
‘Any sign of the sentries?’
‘No.’
‘I must go and help Kortes.’
‘Not without me?’
‘You must wait here.’
‘Not without you.’ Her arms held me now by the shoulders with a stronger grip than I had thought possible. She would not let me go. Well then, we must face it together.