Isaac did not ask what had happened to the courtyard. He looked at it for approximately two seconds and drew every conclusion that needed drawing.
Then he looked at Lancelot.
Something moved in his pale blue eyes. The calculating neutrality shifted into something underneath it, something with a direction to it. His normal cold was climate. This had a target.
Lancelot moved first.
The attack came without preamble, without weight shift or telegraphing, the same instant quality he had used against Vane's ribs except this time at full extension, his body crossing six meters of courtyard stone in a window that did not register as movement. It registered as a change in location.
The spell circles erupted.
