Aahz untied Glenda to wake her up, pouched the rope, and we all went out into the kitchen area to have Harold cook us horse steaks covered in tomatoes. He called it his celebration breakfast. He said he had it every month after the last full moon night.
I had to admit, it was surprisingly good. After breakfast the talk turned to escape, which, after the boring day and the fear of cow vampires all night, was the most interesting topic I could imagine.
Aahz took charge of the discussion and ticked off our options. “First chance we have is to lower the dimension-hopping screen. If we could do that for even an instant, we’d be out of here.”
“I’ve never run into a screen like it,” Tanda said, “even in all my years of being an assassin. It’s more solid than a rock.”
“More than likely coming from the energy in the mountain,” Aahz said.
I thought about the map on the ceiling, and how Aahz hadn’t mentioned it to either Harold or Glenda. I had no idea what he was thinking, but I sure didn’t want to mess up what he was doing by blurting something out. I’d done enough of that in the past.
“Our second option is to just find a way out of the castle.”
“Right,” I said, “and sneak all the way through Donner and past the posse.”
“Posse?” Harold asked.
“Mounted riders who knew we were coming far outside of town.”
“They picked me up as well,” Glenda said.
“So they have some magik that tells them enemies are coming,” Aahz said. “We could be screened against that.”
“If we knew what kind of magik it was,” Tanda said.