With a sigh Ander pulls his hand off the Harp and visions of wild dancing vanish from his mind. He turns to Valshea and quietly says. ‘I have an idea…’
He is trying hard as usual to keep his eyes on her beautiful face.
‘I think I can turn my words to shape disguises for myself just as you do. We could try to use their strength against them. We each change into one of them that we’ve seen – me, perhaps Blackthorn, you Markessa (assuming her double was very similar). We go to one corner of the fort and tell them that the outer wall has defected and that they are to attack immediately…. or something along those lines. We find out where the slaves are kept, and assuming they are below, which I think they are, we set the upper fort ablaze. Then we free the slaves and arm them.
These are the principles of my idea. We could use this to get ourselves to Markessa now as well of course. It would be ideal to have her distracted or dealt with before we free the slaves. Thoughts?’