The panicky Faralan accelerated to a great height and soared, then swerved, spun rapidly, hovered with wings flapping wildly, dove steeply, then leveled off, and the erratic flight continued.

    Hut was right, thought Runagar, helpless and hanging on for dear life with arms and legs. I got myself into this, and I’m not sure I’m going to get out.

    Hut followed doggedly, fearing for his friend’s life, visions of Talli’s fate running through his addled mind.

    Recalling that Lisam carried him away from the barwood tree in her beak, Hut suddenly had an idea. Could she possibly do that here with the runaway Runagar?

    The attempt would be hazardous, to say the least. The birds might collide, R...

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