I spin and run before I can think, feet sticky in the sand, feeling myself slip and slide on the now shifting footing as I turn around and hurtle back into the main room. Fleur is nowhere to be seen. I throw myself toward the second door and find her standing back from the pile of armor, her face tight with shock, a newly strung longbow and quiver of arrows over one shoulder and something white and long in one hand.

When I come to her side and take it from her, her horror ...