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With their Chief and their biggest warrior dead, the rest of the goblins lost heart. The survivors fled down the tunnels. The Thieves gathered up their wounded and followed Alma on to the final exit to the City, emerging on the opposite side from the stables, near a small dock on the lake.

A storm had blown in during their time in the sewers. Rain pummelled them as they came out into the open and thunder deafened them. Allysa was pleased. The guards would be under cover and the horses would be easier to get to. Jim pulled her close and yelled in her ear so as to be heard over the thunder. "Go on ahead--get those horses out of the pen!" She hurried to do his bidding.

No one was in sight as she approached the stables, but she crept in carefully anyway. She opened the gate to the pen and slipped inside. Ghost was back against the inner wall under the shelter. She climbed a hay bale and scrambled onto the mare's back.

Restive as they were in the storm, the horses were reluctant to leave the shelter of the stable. Allysa conjured her small fire spell with effort and sprayed it across several rumps. That did it. Then she was after them on Ghost, trying to herd them in the right direction.

Talei-Ja saw them coming and conjured up a couple of Storm Atronauchs to turn the frightened beasts. The Thieves were then able to gather them up. They quickly mounted up and rode for the border. Most of them had to ride double.