From the gate a messenger arrived on horseback. He had been riding hard, and drew up sharply upon seeing the Adjunct. Gamet watched the man dismount and approach. Gods, not bad news…not now… ‘Report,’ the Adjunct demanded. ‘Three ships, Adjunct,’ the messenger gasped. ‘Just limped into harbour.’ ‘Go on.’ ‘Volunteers! Warriors! Horses and wardogs! It’s chaos at the docks!’ ‘How many?’ Gamet demanded. ‘Three hundred, Fist.’ ‘Where in Hood’s name are they from?’ The messenger’s gaze snapped away from them—over to where Nil and Nether stood. ‘Wickans.’ He met Tavore’s gaze once more. ‘Adjunct!
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