143 - Before the sack, reprise

The fessas and okas, at least some of them, from the camp were pouring into the city, hoping to hide from the coming battle. The Sereniteers and guard and Mahid who would have stopped them, would have policed the gate, were gone, ordered away either to the last rag-tag rejins or to the Marble Palace. I sat back against the pillows, looking at Kyriala who sat with her face covered by her