Yorgh became aware of someone yanking his arm.
"Come on!" yelled little Puko. "I have a wolly for you. You can flee to the mountains!"
Yorgh looked around, and most of the talk and bustle ceased. People, finding themselves still alive, stopped to stare at Yorgh. He saw a group hurrying over from the Raydower camp.
Why don't they look to Tefior or Jayn? he wondered peevishly.
The first words Jayn spoke when she panted up with Ueln and others of her people were, "You were wrong to go up there!"
"I do not think well of it," Tefior agreed sadly.
"This is what comes of violating the shrine!" shouted one of the Raydowers. "The spirits of the Old Ones have come to avenge themselves upon us all!"
"No!" roared Yorgh.
He stared around at them, then out across the plain where the great, gleaming thing stood upright with wisps of smoke curling up from the grass at its base.
"I brought it upon us; I will go!"