Harr was one step below him at the top of the stairs, facing the gate that opened into the high quarter.
The rest of the squad stood on the steps below that, and behind them the second group stretched down toward the plaza.
The air at the high quarter entrance was still, carrying the built-up smell of days of shut stone and no trade moving through it.
"All three entries are in position," Godric said from his right.
Beorn looked at Harr. "Give it a breath once you're through. Let the volley smoke clear before you push the first building."
Harr nodded, then looked back at the gate. "And if they've built something in the passage behind it."
"Then the smoke covers your advance," Beorn said. "Move."
Harr went through the gate at a walk that turned into a run by the second stride, his squad filing after him in good order.
Three seconds, and the entry was established.
