Arasgon began yelling, since the Joratese at least understood him—and he sure had a set of lungs on him. Then Kihrin saw a flicker of light out of the corner of his eye and saw a second gate open. Thurvishar stepped through, holding a bleeding, unconscious Senera. Inexplicably, she was glowing brightly.

“Qown!” Thurvishar shouted. “Over here!”

The Vishai priest looked up from helping a woman with a cut on her arm. “What? Oh—” He pressed a piece of cloth over the woman’s wound. “Keep pressing, like this. But don’t stop walking until you reach the other side.” The woman nodded and quickly ran off, lost in the rapidly expanding crowd running to cross the bridge.

Kihrin rushed over to Thurvishar. “What happened?”

Thurvishar set the woman down. Blood matted one side of her head. “She must have been struck by debris. I found her half-buried.” He waved a hand. “The glowing part will fade.”

“I didn’t know you two were lovers,” Kihrin said.

Thurvishar’s eyes widened. “We’re not.” The wizard seemed to search for words or an excuse for his actions. Something. “She has the Name of All Things. We’re going to need her.”

Kihrin nodded. “Sure. Of course. What other possible reason could there be?”

Thurvishar glared at him.

Qown knelt next to Senera. “Give me room.” He looked at the woman’s eyes, then covered the side of her head with one hand.

Thurvishar turned his head and raised a wall of solid stone ten feet in the air. It curved inward, forming a protective pocket around them.

Qown hesitated. “That works.” He returned to concentrating on Senera.

“Thurvishar,” Kihrin said, snapping his fingers. “Qown has this. You’re with me. Let’s see if we can give these people a faster way off the island.”

Thurvishar stood. “Did I just see two dragons fly overhead?”

“Yes, you did. The second one is Relos Var.”

Thurvishar blinked and then shook his head. “It’s really a pity he can’t be on our side all the time.”

“Yeah, if only human life held any value to him … He’d be great.” Kihrin forced his way through the crowds, until he reached a spot in the lee of a giant piece of masonry that used to be part of the palace. “Let’s put a gate right here. Make it as large as you safely can. And put the other side somewhere reasonably close to where Relos Var sent everyone else so families can find each other.”

Thurvishar frowned. “Wouldn’t we be better off sending them as far away as possible?”

“Do you know any spot that’s actually safe right now?”

“Good point.”