If Goras was foolish enough to think we were sheep to be kept in the city merely by the glowering of his soldiers and the blocking of a simple set of rails he was wrong. Either he did not know we could travel through the mists, or did not want to risk stopping us. And if he was aware of the means of travel granted to us by Avalon; he either knew not where we’d use them to go or could not get soldiers there in time.
The others ultimately agreed with my suggestion to take them straight away, so we wasted no time in making our way to the ferry at the shore. Some of Goras’s men were nearby, I have little doubt some of them saw us. But there was no move to intercept us. And soon enough we’d crossed through the mists of Avalon to the ancient isle itself.
Also at my suggestion, Kennedy hid herself from view then scouted the closest place the mists could get us to Delphi. It was a small town called Itea. Only three miles closer than where we started, but the three miles were covered almost instantly, with no trail left behind or journey that could easily have been spied upon. And it had saved us the trouble of going over or around a mountain.
Not that I suspect Goras has been completely foiled so simply. He knew which train to delay, so I do not doubt he knows what city we were journeying to. And it takes no great leap of logic to determine why a group of seven Scions, three of them with Dodekatheon ichor running through the veins, would venture to Delphi. If he is truly bent on stopping us the knowledge of our destination is enough to give him more opportunities to do so.
But for now we are out from under his eye. Which, as I’m sure he’ll find out, will make stopping us quite a bit more difficult.
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