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"Wah!" shrieked Amdi by his ear. Even so close, he could scarcely be heard over the thunder of the fire. "We can never get through that, Jefri. Our only chance is to stay here." The Spacer's voice came from a little plate at the base of its stalk. "No. If you stay here, you will die. The fire is spreading." Jefri had huddled as much behind the Rider's stalk as possible, and still he could feel the heat. Much more and the oil in Amdi's fur would catch fire. The Rider's tendrils lifted the colored cloth that lay on its hull. "Pull this over you." It waggled a tendril at the rest of Amdi. "All of you." The two on the ground were crouched behind the creature's front wheels. "Too hot, too hot," came Amdi's voice. But the two jumped up and buried themselves under the peculiar tarpaulin. "Cover yourself, all the way,复件 (7) air max2,T3 Tourmaline Medium Duality Flat 1 3/8 Iron,复件 (11) air max!" Jefri felt the Rider pulling the cover over them. The cart was already rolling back, toward the flames. Pain burned through every gap in the tarp. The boy reached frantically, first with one hand and then the other, trying to get the cloth over his legs. Their course was a wild bouncing ride, and Jefri could barely keep hold. Around him he felt Amdi straining with his free jaws to keep the tarpaulin in place. The sound of fire was a roaring beast, and the tarp itself was searing hot against his skin. Every new jolt bounced him up from the hull, threatening to break his grip. For a time, panic obliterated thought. It was not till much later that he remembered the tiny sounds that came from the voder plate, and understood what those sounds must mean. Pham ran toward the new flames. Agony. He raised his arms across his face and felt the skin on his hands blistering. He backed away. "This way, this way!" Pilgrim's voice came from behind him, guiding him out. He ran back, stumbling. The pack was in a shallow gully. It had shifted its shields around to face the new stretch of fire. Two of the pack moved out of his way as he dived behind them. Both Johanna and the pack were slapping at his head. "Your hair's on fire!" the girl shouted. In seconds they had the fire out. The Pilgrim looked a bit singed, too. Its shoulder pouches were tucked safely shut; for the first time, no inquisitive puppy eyes peeked out. "I still can't see anything, Pham." It was Ravna from high above. "What's going on?" Quick glance behind him. "We're okay,Monster Earphones," he gasped. "Woodcarver's packs are tearing up Steel's. But Blueshell --" He peered between in the shields. It was like looking into a kiln. Right by the castle wall there might be a breathing space. A slim hope, but -- "Something is moving in there." Pilgrim had tucked one head briefly around the shield. He withdrew it now, licking his nose from both sides. Pham looked again through the crack. The fire had internal shadows, places of not-so-bright that wavered ... moved? "I see it too." He felt Johanna stick her head close to his,ghd online, peering frantically. "It's Blueshell, Rav.... By the Fleet." This last said too softly to carry over the fire sound. There was no sign of Jefri Olsndot, but -- "Blueshell is rolling through the middle of the fire, Rav." The skrode wheeled out of the deeper oil. Slowly, steadily making its way. And now Pham could see fire within fire, Blueshell's trunk flaring in rivulets of flame. His fronds were no longer gathered into himself. They extended, writhing with their own fire. "He's still coming, driving straight out." The skrode cleared the wall of fire, rolled with jerky abandon down the slope. Blueshell didn't turn toward them, but just before he reached the landing boat,mbt shoe clearance, all six wheels grated to a fast stop. Pham stood and raced back toward the Skroderider.