FREYA'S POVThe light swung. It was a lamp on a stick, held low, and it came up the road at a walking pace and stopped where the water crossed it."One man with a hand lamp," Kade said. "And he's stopped at the flood.""He's stopped because he can't get through.""He's stopped because he's looking at it."Rusk came up the stairs behind us three at a time and pushed in at the window."Torch off," he said. "Lamp down."We put it down to a thread and stood either side of the glass.The light on the road did not move for a long while. Then it came on again, off the road, along the verge, and it began to work its way up the flooded stretch in short stages with a stop between each one."He's coming through the water," Rusk said. "He knows where the shallow is.""Or he's testing it with the stick.""Or that.""How many?""One.""Then we'll have him in the hall and not on the stairs." My father went past us and down. "Rusk, get behind the door. Kade, you're at my shoulder. Freya—""Up here."
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