Chapter 13 – Weighty Judgements
They saw the fire to the south dealt with. An act of magic it might as well have been, for how furiously it had burned just a short time ago. In alliance with the wind, the fire had spiralled out of control in its wildness.
A tightrope walked to see it not gone any further. An act of multiple fortunes all stacked together in a mighty tower of cards. The sense of rising achievement amongst hundreds of soldiers and hundreds more civilian volunteers.
To look upon those blackened remains of a great many buildings, and to see the last rising steam from the damp wood that they had seen soaked to such a degree, and to still feel a sense of achievement. That was a strange thing.
