As she slipped into blackness she thought she saw a flicker in the skies, streaks of blue–green and ghostly grey darting across the heavens. A scream of intense fury split the air, rending her ears with shock and rage. Then consciousness faded altogether and she knew no more.
***
Llandry was in draykon–shape and on the wing, Pensould flying at her side. The towering caps of Waeverleyne’s glissenwol dwellings had just appeared on the horizon when the first screams reached her ears.
Draykon cries, unmistakeably.
We’re too late!
She beat her tired wings harder, forcing herself to triple her speed.
Peace, Minchu, it may not be as you fear.
She ignored Pensould’s counsel, all her thoughts bent on her mother and father. She cursed herself, cursed Limbane and Pensould, cursed everything. L
