Page 4 of Within the Flames
"Is that a prophecy?"
"It's common sense," Malan muttered. "Off with you, and remember, don't let any of your men help if the lampads give you a task to prove your worthiness. It might disqualify you."
Macey sighed and returned to her men, who had assembled around Flint's bedside.
"I'm going to London," she announced and they all stared at her.
"London? Why?" Jared finally asked.
"According to Malan, there are lampads living there. Somewhere underground."
"London is big," Cam said with a frown. "I assume he was mysterious and vague as always?"
Macey nodded. "Yes, but at least we now know the city. That's more than what he said before. And surely it can't be that difficult to find someone in London."
Jared snickered. "You've never been there, have you?"
She cringed. "No, but I've seen it on television. It's big, but the underground system is quite organised, right? There are maps and guides."
"Yes, and thousands of people," Flint muttered weakly. "You'll never find someone in those crowds. Did Malan say anything else?"
Macey shrugged. "Follow your nose, that's all he said. Do lampads have a certain smell?"
"Smoke?" Cam suggested. "Or maybe... I don't know. But usually, Malan's words end up making sense at some point, even if they didn't before. Hopefully, that's what's going to happen once you get to London."
