“Guns!”
“Guns—just as they shoot at the rats. The bullets came through the air with a sound like things tearing: one stung me in the leg.”
“And you?”
“Came on to you here and left them shouting and running and shooting behind me. And now—”
“Now?”
“It is only the beginning. They mean that we shall part. Even now they are coming after me.”
“We will not.”
“No. But if we will not part—then you must come with me to our Brothers.”
“Which way?” she said.
“To the east. Yonder is the way my pursuers will be coming. This then is the way we must go. Along this avenue of trees. Let me go first, so that if they are waiting—”