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with a sail unfurled. Steering propellers were suspended below. These were moving slightly, hovering directly above Sophronia’s head asshe crawled across the carriage roof. They looked quite sharp. Keeping an eye on them, she made her way over to the mooring point.
    The rope was tied firmly about the luggage rail and impossible to work loose.
    Sophronia pulled out Pillover’s magnification lens and, angling it to catch the sun, began to burn through the rope. The acrid smell of scalded fiber permeated the air, but her activities remained unobserved. It seemed to take forever, but eventually the rope burned away to a point where Sophronia could break it. The airdinghy bobbed up, caught a slight breeze, and drifted away.
    Without pausing to survey the effects of her handiwork, Sophronia crawled over and lowered herself down onto the driver’s box. The coachman lay slumped to one side. There was a large red mark on his forehead. She relieved him of the reins and clucked the horses into motion. She was perfectly well aware of how inappropriate it was for a young lady of fourteen to drive a coach, but circumstances sometimes called for extreme measures.
    At that point, the flywaymen noticed what was happening and began shouting at her. The leader shot his gun rather ineffectually into a nearby tree. Another took off after the airdinghy, chasing it on the ground. The third began running toward her.
    Sophronia whipped the horses up and set them a brisk canter. The cab behind her swayed alarmingly. It might be the latest design, but it was not meant for such a frantic pace. She gave the horses their heads for a few minutes before drawingthem back to a trot. When she came upon a junction wide enough, she turned the carriage about and pulled up. She jumped down and stuck her head inside the cab.
    Pillover and Dimity stared with wide, awed eyes back at her.
    “All righty, then?”
    “Tremendous,” said Dimity.
    “What kind of
girl
are you?” grumbled Pillover, looking rather yellow about the gills.
    “Now I see why you were recruited,” added Dimity. “I’m surprised they left it until you were so old.”
    Sophronia blushed. No one had ever praised her for such activities before. Nor had anyone looked upon her as
old
. It was quite the honor.
    “How on earth do you know how to drive a carriage?” Pillover asked, as though this were some kind of personal affront.
    Sophronia grinned. “I spend a lot of time in stables.”
    “Nice-looking stable boys?” suggested Dimity.
    Sophronia gave her an arch look. her an look. “So what now—go back for the headmistress?”
    “But we’re safe, aren’t we?” Pillover looked alarmed by the idea. “Is she really worth it?”
    “It
is
the polite thing to do. Hardly fair to abandon her among criminals,” pointed out his sister.
    “Plus the coachman is insensible. And he’s the only other one who knows where we are heading.” Sophronia was all for logic as well as manners.
    “But they have guns,” replied Pillover, also logically.
    Sophronia considered this. “True.” She looked at Dimity. “Mademoiselle Geraldine—how useful do you think she is?”
    Dimity frowned. “Did she fib with you?”
    Sophronia nodded.
    “I’m not convinced she can be relied upon to follow any kind of plan; you know how adults are. However, we must do something.”
    “Did I mention the guns?”
    “Oh, stuff it, Pill.” Dimity dismissed her brother, turning her attention entirely on Sophronia. “What do you suggest?”
    “If I go in quick, could you and Mr. Pillover tie yourselves down and see if you can’t simply grab her off the road?”
    “Remember, ladies, the guns?” Pillover repeated.
    Dimity was nodding. “It’ll require both me and Pill. Mademoiselle Geraldine is slim, but not
that
slim.”
    Pillover would not let up. “What about the whole shooting at us part of the equation?”
    Sophronia and Dimity said together, “Stuff it, Pill.”
    “We don’t have any