Read The Inner Circle: Holy Spirit for Free Online

his
comrades.
    Daring a glance into the sky to search for Ilgrin
proved to be a mistake as Seteal’s toe clipped the next stair and
she fell to hands and knees. Expecting a rather unpleasant fate to
befall her, she spun around to find her attackers were falling all
over themselves in their attempt to get up the stairs. ‘What in
Maker’s name,’ Seteal murmured as she watched a small number of men
beginning to topple from the sides of the stairway and scream to
their deaths as the ones at the back continued to push forward.
    ‘ These is scary men.’ Seeol’s eyes
widened in dismay at the crowd of sinister faces. ‘They’re wanting
to do hurting things to me.’ It was typical of Seeol that his
linguistics should suffer when he was scared. ‘They’re
mean.’
    Unable to believe her eyes at the lack of discipline
before her, Seteal seized the opportunity to continue her journey
up the stairs. Oddly enough, as soon as she did so the mayhem
behind her came under control and the men continued their pursuit
as professionally as they’d done before.
    Seteal thrust her leg up toward the next step, but
her foot never made contact. Instead, she was snatched into the sky
as Ilgrin passed her from his feet up into his arms.
    ‘ About time,’ Seteal gasped. The
silt beat his great wings and the Elglair an’hadoans soon became a
spec in the distance.
    ‘ I’m sorry,’ Ilgrin replied. ‘I
had to make sure El-i-miir was far enough away that they wouldn’t
come after her.’
    At first, Seteal tried not to look at the ground. It
was disconcerting seeing her feet dangling a hundred strides above
the earth, but she soon came to appreciate the beauty of the view.
Ordinarily, she’d only be able to see such a sight had she left her
body behind, but there was something nice about feeling the wind on
her face.
    Beneath her feet, the massive expanse of ice became
less pure, interrupted by rocks, dirt and patches of vegetation.
Once the scenery changed, Ilgrin began to descend, and soon enough
Seteal spotted El-i-miir waiting nervously beneath a tree.
    ‘ My Maker, I was getting tired of
ice.’ Seteal smiled as she and Ilgrin came to a landing. She headed
over to the tree and touched one of its small brown leaves. It was
dead, but still a sign of life. El-i-miir strode away from the
others and stared out toward the north, her hair blowing in the
gentle breeze. Ilgrin raised his eyebrows expectantly at
Seteal.
    ‘ She’s not my responsibility.’ She
shrugged nonchalantly. ‘Her people are nuts. She should be glad to
be shot of them.’
    ‘ You’re not the most sensitive
person, are you?’ Ilgrin half-smiled, shaking his head as he made
his way over to El-i-miir.
    ‘ Whatever,’ Seteal grumbled, more
concerned with the elf owl clambering out of her bag than anything
else. ‘That was quite a spectacle back there, wasn’t
it?’
    ‘ Yes.’ Seeol bobbed his head. ‘I
was very scared.’
    ‘ You wouldn’t know why those men
behaved so strangely, would you?’
    ‘ I was very scared.’ The owl
repeated himself, probably not having understood the
question.
    After a short while, the other two re-joined them,
El-i-miir looking a little red around the eyes but otherwise none
the worse for wear. ‘Let’s go,’ she said softly. ‘There’s a road to
the south that bypasses Jenjol and leads to Garrishnell. We can
travel that way if you occasionally project yourself to check for
oncoming travellers.’
    ‘ Seeol can do that,’ Seteal said
impatiently as the group wove their way south. ‘It’ll be good for
him to have something to do.’
    ‘ Do you think it wise to trust a
bird with so much responsibility?’ Ilgrin balked. ‘Our lives depend
on us not being discovered.’
    ‘ He’ll do fine,’ Seteal stated
firmly. She had no intention of leaving her body while ever she was
uncertain of her capacity to get back inside. As much as she loved
being free, she still remembered Far-a-mael’s warnings that the
soul could