Fade's scarred face. "I can't tie that with one hand, lady."
The young healer nodded, then knelt and, very carefully, bound Isana's hand loosely together with Fade's. "A very great deal will depend upon him, Steadholder," she murmured as she worked. "Upon his will to live."
"He will live," Isana said in a quiet voice.
"If he so chooses, there is hope," Veradis said. "But if he does not, or if the infection is simply too great, you must end the crafting."
"Never."
Veradis continued as if Isana had not spoken. "Depending on the progress of the infection, he may become delusional. Violent. Be prepared to restrain him. Should he lose consciousness altogether, or if he bleeds from the nose, mouth, or ears, there is little hope for his life. That's how you will know when it is time to break away."
Isana closed her eyes and shook her head, firmly, once. "I will not leave him."
"Then you will die with him," Veradis said, her tone matter-of-fact.
I should have, Isana thought bitterly. I should have twenty years ago.
"I strongly urge you not to throw away your life in vain," Veradis murmured. "In fact, I beg you. There are never enough skilled healers during war, and your talents could prove invaluable to the city's defense."
Isana looked up and met the young woman's eyes. "You must fight your battle," she said quietly. "And I must fight mine."
Veradis's tired gaze focused elsewhere for a moment, then she nodded. "Very well. I will look in on you if I can. There are guards in the hall. I have instructed them to serve as attendants, should you need food or any kind of assistance."
"Thank you, Lady Vera-"
Isana's words were suddenly drowned by a titanic booming sound, so loud that it shook the stones of the citadel and rattled the glass in the windows, cracking it in several places. There was a second boom. Then, much more faintly, a rumble of drums, a series of clarion calls of military trumpets, and a sound like wind rushing through thick forest.
Lady Veradis drew in a sharp breath, and said, "It's begun."
Giraldi stumped over to the window and peered out. "Here come Kalare's Legions. Forming up near the south gate."
"What was that sound?" Isana asked.
"Knights Ignus. Probably tried to blast the gate down, first thing." He squinted for a moment, then said, "Cereus's Legions are on the walls now. Must not have taken the gate down."
"I must go," Veradis said. "I am needed."
"Of course," Isana said. "Thank you."
Veradis gave her a fleeting smile, and murmured, "Good luck." She departed on silent feet.
"To all of us," Giraldi growled, frowning out the window. A series of smaller detonations came rippling through the predawn air, and Isana could actually see the light of the fires reflected against the glass.
"What's happening?" she asked.
"Kalare brought his firecrafters up. Looks like they're blasting the walls."
"Aren't they too thick to blast through?" Isana asked.
Giraldi grunted in the affirmative. "But it creates rough spots to help troops climb ropes and ladders. If they get lucky, they might crack the wall. Then they could bring in watercrafters and use them to widen the break or undermine the wall."
A brilliant glow suddenly poured through the windows, the light a cool, bluish color rather than the orange-gold of dawn.
Giraldi grunted. "Nice."
"Centurion?"
He glanced at her over his shoulder. "Cereus let the firecrafters go to town until he could tell where most of them were. Then he moved his Knights Flora to the walls and turned on every furylight and lamp in the city so they could see to shoot."
"Did it work?"
"Can't see from here," Giraldi said. "But the legionares on the walls are cheering them on."
"Perhaps they've killed Kalare's firecrafters, then."
"They didn't get all of them."
"How do you know?"
Giraldi shrugged. "You never get them all. But it looks like they've given Kalare's forces something to think about."
Isana frowned. "What happens now?"
Giraldi frowned. "Depends on how bloody they're willing to get. Cereus and his people are on their home ground, familiar with the local furies. It gives them an advantage over Kalare's Knights. They tried a lightning assault and failed. Now as long as Cereus keeps his Knights intact and uses them well, Kalare's forces will get massacred if they charge in against Cereus's Knights."
"If they want to storm the city, they must destroy its Knights," Isana said. "Is that it?"
"Pretty much. They've got to know that time isn't on their side, too. They've got to take the city before reinforcements arrive. The only way to do it