Two Hundred Thirty Nine
We get to where the outer wall reaches to meet us; I hesitate, wondering how to proceed when Tanner flings himself from the vines and lands with a gasp against the top of the wall, pulling himself over with a quiet groan.
I smile, brace myself against the wall, then leap and twist, just barely landing on my feet. I throw Tanner I triumphant grin before crouching and sliding down so I can drop to the sea grass below.
"We mustn't tarry," murmurs Tanner, and hurries off into the darkness.

