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how you got in here. I
need to know what to expect or I could sink us both.
 Time s limited, Shadow. You can t hear it in here, the walls are too thick,
but there s one huge storm outside, lightning, thunder, tornados. The
generators are out, the techs are under the impression they were struck by
light-ning. I ve stunned the guards, the gate opened automat-ically
when the electricity went off. They ll have the damage repaired any minute
now, we ve got to be out before then.
 I hear, let s go. They re under the impression me gens were struck by
lightning?
She felt rather than heard him chuckle as he led the way along the corridor.
 I did some rearranging on the input terminals. Quiet now, we re going into
the fountain room.
The room was blackbag dark, illuminated now and then by flares of grayish
light as lightning walked around the Gotasaray. Kikun led her over to the
screen and they felt their way along it toward the massive wall where
the exit tunnel was.
There was a sudden intensification of the storm; even through the mass of
stone she could feel its power. More lightning.
A funnel touched down just beyond the windows.  Get down. Kikun jerked on
Shadith s arm, went fiat behind a longchair.
Shadith hit the tiles an instant behind him.
The windows shattered, glass crashing inward, spray-ing fragments across the
room.
The wind roared in, a thrumming base note that vi-brated in the bone. She
clutched at Kikun and tipped the longchair toward them, clawing the thick
velvet cushions between them and the storm.
Howling louder and louder, until the NOISE was as numbing as a stunner beam,
the wind slammed chairs and tables and anything movable at, over, around them,
it was an enormous beast stomping about the room, de-stroying everything it
touched, tearing open the screen between the two halves of the
audience chamber; it ham-mered at Shadith and Kikun, driving them, against the
stone at the base of the screen, tried to lift them and throw them through the
twisted bone and metal strands.
It seemed to go on forever, but only lasted seconds, then the funnel moved on,
the force of the wind dropped sharply. Rain hammered in, debris came through
the bro-ken window, skittered across the room.
Kikun wriggled free. He slapped lightly at Shadith s arm.  Come, we ll go out
here. He got to his

feet and went running toward the windows, a curious stuttering run forced on
him by the glass and other debris littering the floor, lightning like a strobe
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Shivering with cold, Shadith picked through the debris after him.
Kikun caught up a tree branch, knocked out the last fragments of glass
in one of the windows, climbed through it.
Shadith pulled the velvet robe more tightly about her and climbed through
after him.
The wind snatched at her skirts, threatened to whip her off the narrow,
heavily-carved ledge. The stone around her had an eerie luminosity, faint, but
enough to give her the outlines of the building, the walls and towers and, to
her dismay, show her that the ground was at least five meters down where what
must have been a lovely garden on nicer days, trees and fountains and
flowerbeds, was rapidly converting to a garbage pit under the pounding of the
rain and the tearing of the wind.
Kikun whistled urgently. He was near the edge of the windows,
clinging to some decorative stonework; he waited for another flare of
lighting, pointed to a large tree near him being savaged by the wind. He
launched himself into that tree, belly flopped across a limb, and pulled
himself out of sight among the foliage.
Shadith groaned, cursed her tangling skirts, and began edging along the ledge;
the rain came at her in near hor-izontal stings, stinging her face, half
blinding her, satu-rating her clothing so her dress and the heavy robe clung
to her legs and threatened to trip her. A nightmare, trying to stay on those
weatherworn carvings.
She reached the end, clutched at the stone, and waited for lightning; the tree
was jerking desperately
about, creaking, groaning, breaking apart; a section of branch tore
loose, came flying by her and slammed into the next over window; it
caromed off some still intact muntins and went clattering away along the wall.
A flash.
She measured the sway and distance, jumped.
Like Kikun, she landed sprawled across the flattish limb, clutched at
it as it bucked under her, threatened to throw her off. She steadied
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