Glace dropped to the ground, blood sprouting from his back in a hundred places. His face fell into the thin layer of water that always covered the square. The water rose to meet him and rushed over his body.
The water rose? Glace lay still, waiting for the killing blow, waiting to be trampled by Mast's warriors, but instead his body was lifted and gently rocked. He opened his eyes and saw turbid water, then the enemy all around him, flailing and sputtering. One of the trident bearers clutched at him, and Glace pushed him away.
The square was flooded. Ignoring the mass of pain in his back and the shard of metal in his thigh and now one of his shoulders, Glace swam hard for the ladder. He reached it before any of the confused enemy warriors and climbed the now short distance to the top. He had dropped the mace as well as his sword when he fell, but his battle-axe still hung at his belt, and he drew it now. Mast's warriors were quickly recovering from their shock, and they knew how to swim. Glace swung the axe in a tight arc, fighting off the warriors who were trying to gain the ladder, holding tightly with his free hand as he climbed.
As he fought and climbed, he shouted. "For Iskalon! For Cataya! For Krevas! For Stasia! For Glace, King of Fools!"
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Dream of a City of Ruin: Dreams of QaiMaj Book II
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