“And the Tower? What is its meaning?”
Jon shrugged. “That we do not know, but we defend it because we think it is sacred to us—to freedom. An old legend, perhaps.” He clapped the other on the back. “Come, friend. Let’s signal the mainland that the battle is over and the Tower still in free hands.”
He glanced up at the massive Tower, at the huge statue of the woman with her hand outraised, stretching a torch out over the harbor. “I suppose we’ll never know what the Tower really was, to the Ancients. But to us—to us, it’s a symbol of liberty.”