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now。 We have food and water in plenty and the Valledans are far from their homes in a land they do not know。 We need only fear weakness in ourselves； or folly。 This gathering has been folly。 It is time to go home。 See； the sun is setting； the prayer bells will be ringing soon。 It is a good evening for prayer； my friends； an evening to be as pure as we can be； in the sight of Ashar and beneath his stars when they appear。〃
The beautiful voice had bee lyric； cadenced； soothing。 He was a poet； Alvar remembered。 Jehane had told him once that ibn Khairan still thought of himself as such； over and above anything else。
The crowd in the laneway seemed to have been lulled。 Alvar saw one of the men holding a spear with a severed head look up at what he carried； and he saw repugnance and dismay cross the man's features。 These were frightened people； not evil ones。 Leaderless and under assault； they had turned to the nearest； most accessible targets to purge their own terror。 It seemed that the presence of a strong clear voice before them had blunted the edge of that。
It ought to have。
It might indeed have done so； but Ammar ibn Khairan had only been seen and heard by the leading edge of that mob and the Kindath Quarter of Fezana had been designed to keep the Kindath in at night； not to protect them in any real way。
It was not particularly hard to penetrate through means other than the gates of the entrance。 A few makeshift ladders； broken windows in the outer houses and someone angry and determined enough could be right in among the treacherous； child…killing…
〃Fire！〃
The wild shout came from one of the guards on the platform behind them。 Alvar wheeled； saw black smoke。 Heard a child cry from inside the Quarter； and then the screaming began。 Fire was the purest terror。 Fire destroyed cities。
He slung his shield on his back； took three quick； running steps towards the gates； and leaped。 One of the guards reached down a hand； gripped Alvar's wrist； and pulled him up。 Ammar was right beside him； and Husari too； more agile than he had ever been in his life。
Ibn Khairan turned back to the suddenly agitated crowd in the lane。 〃To your homes！〃 he shouted； hard authority in his voice now。 〃I will order the Muwardis to kill any man or woman who enters this Quarter。 We cannot have the city burn！〃
It was burning； though； and people would already be dying in the Kindath Quarter。 Alvar didn't wait to see what happened in front of the gates。 He jumped down from the platform； out of the last sunlight of the day。 He stumbled and fell on the cobblestones； rose up and drew his sword。
How do you put out fires when attackers； crazed with hatred and fear； are spilling into your streets and killing you？ One of those questions； Alvar thought； sprinting towards the smoke and the screaming； for which there were no answers： only the swirling images of nightmare。
The Kindath were streaming towards a part of the Quarter where the twin domes of the sanctuary could be seen。 All the twisting； narrow streets seemed to lead that way。 The fires had started in the houses nearest the streets beyond the gate。 The Asharites had penetrated through outer windows and torched the homes through which they passed。
Even as he ran； cutting against the flow of running people； Alvar saw an Asharite with a sickle chop at the legs of a running boy。 The wickedly honed blade sheared through the child's legs as if they were stalks of grain。 The boy went down in blood； screaming。 Alvar veered over； not breaking stride and； shouting incoherently； brought his sword down with all his strength； killing the man who had done that thing。
Half a dozen Asharites stopped dead in their tracks just ahead of him。 He must look like a wild man； Alvar realized； their faces registered gaping apprehension。 It was one thing to pursue unarmed children； another to be confronted by a man wielding a sword； with that look in his eyes。
〃Are you all mad！〃 It was Husari； running up； screaming at his fellow citizens。 〃Fezana is on fire！ Get water！ Now！ We will destroy our own city！〃
〃We will destroy the Kindath！〃 someone shouted back。 〃Then we will deal with flames。 It is the holy work of Ashar we do！〃
〃It is the work of evil！〃 Husari screamed； his face distorted with pain and grief。 And then Alvar saw him step forward and thrust his sword into the belly of the man he addressed。 Instinctively； Alvar advanced； covering Husari with his shield。 The Asharites in front of them retreated。
〃Go！〃 screamed Husari； his voice raw。 〃Or if you stay； get water； now！ We give our city to the Horsemen if this goes on！〃
Alvar looked back over his shoulder。 Kindath men and women were running past； some of the men had turned to make a stand where the tangle of streets reached a square。 It was hard to make sense of the chaos in the half…light and the black； blowing smoke。
Even as he watched another house went up in a red sheet of flame。 There was screaming everywhere。 He had a sudden； appalling memory of Orvilla last summer。 This was worse。 This was a city； with houses almost all of wood； and if one part of it caught the whole of Fezana might burn。 They had to get out。
He had lost sight of ibn Khairan； and had no idea where Jehane and her family home might be。 Husari would know。 He seized his friend's shoulder。 〃e on！〃 he shouted over the crashing and the screams。 〃Have to find Jehane！〃
Husari turned； stumbling over the body of the man he'd killed。 He seemed dazed； aghast； he carried his sword as if he didn't even know what it was any more。 There were flames at the head of this lane now。 Already。 Alvar； gripping Husari by the arm； turned back。 His eyes were stinging from the smoke。
In a doorway across the street he saw a girl with a wooden staff facing a pair of men armed with knives。 A small boy clutched at the girl's legs from behind。 He was crying desperately。 The house was on fire above them。 The men with knives were laughing。
It was the laughter that took Alvar past his own breaking point。 Before he was aware of forming the thought； he had released Husari and was running。
Too many people in between。 A thronged； roiling street。 Only a dozen strides； but they were too far。 The girl stood； smoke billowing around her； defending her burning home and her small brother against two men with blades。
No one else seemed to have seen them； there was too much panic all around。 The nearer of the two men feinted with his blade； then drew it back to thrust as the girl overreacted badly。
〃No！〃 Alvar screamed； from the middle of the street； battering a path across a tide of fleeing people。 〃No！〃
Then he saw； in the shadows and flame； the man's knife hand snap backwards uncontrollably。 The Asharite cried out； dropped his blade。
And the whip that had caught him immediately coiled and lashed out again； catching the second man across the throat； opening a red gash。 Alvar looked up and saw Rodrigo at a window above； leaning out with his whip。 Alvar didn't break stride。 He came up to those two men and chopped them down like animals； a rage in his heart。
He stood there； fighting for control； and looked at the girl。 She eyed him in terror。 Was she twelve； thirteen？
〃Where are your parents？〃 he gasped； trying to master his voice。
〃They are dead；〃 she replied； her voice flattened out。 〃Upstairs。 Men came in with torches and a spear。〃 Her eyes were too wide； opening on a world given over to horror。 No tears。
She ought to be crying； Alvar thought。 He looked up again。 Rodrigo was shouting something； and gesturing to the next doorway： he couldn't hear the words。 The child behind the girl was no more than four years old。 He was crying in harsh； convulsive bursts； scarcely able to draw breath。
〃e with me；〃 Alvar snapped； his voice sharp with urgency。 He bent down abruptly and picked up the little boy and then pushed the girl out of the doorway with a hand on her back。 A burly figure came rushing up to them； an axe raised。 Still holding the small child； Alvar twisted away from a blow； pivoted； and thrust his reddened blade into the man's chest。
There was a huge； roaring sound behind him。 He looked up。 The