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gets help.”
    Another groan came from the academy, and Pi looked up as windows blasted into a glittering shower from the upper stories, and the tower itself seemed to turn, teeter. She grabbed Clara and stepped back. If the tower came down in their direction, they were still close enough to get crushed under it.
    But there was a growl to the right, and from the darkness of the night a black panther bounded. The red fire stopped abruptly as the panther took the other wyrder by the throat — unconcerned about shieldings, the panther knocked him to the ground. Blood spurted up out of his throat, painting the charred ground with crimson rivers. The man let out a gurgled scream, then fell silent, his legs twitching as the panther tore his neck and throat to ribbons.
    The panther stalked toward them, blood dripping out of its mouth.
    “Thank-you, Devenstar,” Flora gasped. “I can feel the corruption of the well trickling in with every casting I do.”
    The panther nodded. The only part of him that resembled Devenstar was the blue eyes.
    “Come on,” Clara said to her brother, now in cat form, and they raced off toward the trees again, the panther picking up a stack of neatly folded clothes on its way.
    When they reached the edge of the trees, they saw the end of the southern hall blast out into the night, creating a swath of light across the ground. There was screaming and fire. A blast of blood showered against one of the windows on the ground level, and Pi shrieked.
    Her scream was drowned out by a thundering moan from overhead. Their attention was drawn up in time to see the top of the central tower puff out debris. Then, as if an invisible line had been cut around the tower, it shifted, and then toppled. Slowly, but gaining speed with every horrifying second, the tower crashed down on the eastern hall, crushing the roof under its immense weight.
    They all backed away, watching as more stragglers raced from the school, only to be cut down. Pi looked around them to see if anyone else had made it, but they were the only ones.
    “Come,” Flora said, her eye on the school, but her hands pushing her students away from the destruction.
    “Where are we going?” Pi asked, pulling her brother tighter to her.
    “Anywhere but here,” Flora told her.
     

T wo weeks had passed already. Grace found they were only now able to see the floor through the debris, apart from where the roof had caved in. Moving the large blocks of the fallen ceiling was a chore they were sure wouldn’t be accomplished without the use of Dalah’s wyrd. Grace was ever hesitant about letting any of them use their wyrd, which now included without a doubt Rose’s integral ability to look into the past or future. Every time the redhead’s glazed eyes glanced off in a direction where there was nothing to see, Grace accosted her with questions, chores, or just idle banter to distract her from her scrying.
    Through the laughter and merriment there was an underlying fear that Grace would lose one or both of her friends. It was not something that Grace would take well, for even though they had come here of their own will, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had forced them to come here by being so overbearing. Granted, Dalah wouldn’t die, but there were worse things than death when dealing with corrupt wyrd. Grace remembered all too well the caustics.
    All of that was forgotten for the moment as they all sat down to dinner. Food was something that was hard come by; even the stores of salted meats and other preserved goods had long since gone bad. However, Porillon had been human, which meant that, though she would not die of starvation, she had to eat as any other human to keep her strength. It took some searching, but they eventually found where she had kept her food supplies.
    It had even taken Grace a long time to find stores of ale and wine that weren’t sour or rife with sediment.
    “So what tomorrow?” Dalah asked as they all sat down with