A rumbling began from somewhere in the direction of the Ice Court. “Oh, Saints, please let that be Jesper,” she pleaded as they pulled themselves over the lip of the gorge and looked back at the bridge festooned with ribbons and ash boughs for Hringkälla. “Whatever is coming, it’s big,” said Matthias. “What do we do, Kaz?” “Wait,” he said as the sound grew louder. “How about ‘take cover’?” Nina asked, bouncing nervously from foot to foot. “‘Have heart’? ‘I stashed twenty rifles in this convenient shrubbery’? Give us something.” “How about a few million kruge?” said Kaz. A tank rumbled over the
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