(Read Zshurii’s Song, Snippet 13-4)
“For Arawah!” Zshurii cried out, because it was the first thing that came to mind—and felt proper besides. Cira and Rhecah, wounded though she was, joined Zshurii’s race to the stair. The three pushed abreast through the reluctant withdrawal of the infantry company. Their charge turned heads; some stragglers paused their retreat, and a few warriors faced about. But the hidden scorpions flung another volley of stingers into the herd, which kept most of the men retiring toward the siege ladders.