"The city. Where they fired from."
"Oh." All three of them stood together. "Well, let's go," Tance said. "There's no telling what we'll find there." Dorle frowned at him.
"Wait. We don't know what we would be getting into. They must have patrols. They probably have seen us already, for that matter."
"They probably have seen the ship itself," Tance said. "They probably know right now where they can find it, where they can blow it up. So what difference does it make whether we go closer or not?"
"That's true," Nasha said. "If they really want to get us we haven't a chance. We have no armaments at all; you know that."
"I have a hand weapon." Dorle nodded. "Well, let's go on, then. I suppose you're right, Tance."
"But let's stay together," Tance said nervously. "Nasha, you're going too fast."
Nasha looked back. She laughed. "If we expect to get there by nightfall we must go fast."
They reached the outskirts of the city at about the middle of the afternoon. The sun, cold and yellow, hung above them in the colorless sky. Dorle stopped at the top of a ridge overlooking the city.