A shocked silence hung over the gathering. Not even the wind seemed to want to disturb it. The air was totally still and dead. Yet Oliver felt something behind it, almost as though an invisible pressure was building, trying to break through the momentary calm.
Like everyone else, he watched Vamira, hoping against hope for a miracle.
She seemed absurdly small, standing in the shadows of the eight-foot-high Trebbons. But the look on her face would have cowed a king. Slowly, her flashing eyes passed over the crowd, seeming to rest on each Trebbon in turn.
Her gaze traveled to him, and for the first time in five days, their eyes met. Oliver felt a shiver go through him. A powerful urge sprang up inside him to walk forward and stand at her side. But something held him back. If he went to her, now, it felt as though it would break the power of the moment that had them all spellbound.