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the crystals from the draws. The
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lurched sharply and began to rise as ambient light converted to energy. But too slow, the Rover Captain saw, to make a clean escape. The invading ships were nearly on top of them, an odd assortment, all sizes and shapes, none of them recognizable save for their general design. A mix, he saw, mostly Rover built, a few Elven. Where had they come from? He could see their crews moving about the ships’ decking, slow and unhurried, showing none of the excitement and fever he was familiar with. Calm in the face of battle.
    Po Kelles, aboard Niciannon, flew past the pilot box off the starboard side. The big Roc banked so close to Redden Alt Mer that he could see the bluish sheen of the bird’s feathers.
    â€œCaptain!” the Wing Rider yelled, pointing.
    He was not pointing at the ships, but at a flurry of dots that had appeared suddenly in their midst, small and more mobile. War Shrikes, acting in concert with the enemy ships, warding their flanks and leading their advance. Already they were ahead of the ships and coming fast at the
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.
    â€œFly out of here!” Big Red yelled back at Po Kelles. “Fly inland and find Little Red! Warn her what’s happening!”
    The Wing Rider and his Roc swung away, lifting swiftly into the misty sky. A Roc’s best chance against Shrikes was to gain height and distance. In a short race, the Shrikes had the advantage. Here, they were still too far away. Already, Niciannon was opening the gap between them. With the navigational directions Po Kelles had been given already, he would have no trouble reaching Hunter Predd and Rue Meridian. The danger now was to the
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. A Shrike’s talons could rip a sail to shreds. The birds would soon attempt just that.
    Alt Mer’s hands flew to the controls. Shrikes in league with enemy warships. How could that be? Who controlled the birds? But he knew the answer as soon as he asked himself the question. It would take magic to bring War Shrikes into line like this. Someone, or something, aboard those ships possessed such magic.
    The Ilse Witch? he wondered. Come out from inland, where she had gone to find the others?
    There was no time to ponder it.
    â€œBlack Beard!” he yelled down to Spanner Frew. “Place the men on both sides, down in the fighting pits. Use bows and arrows and keep those Shrikes at bay!”
    His hands steady on the controls, he watched the warships and birds loom up in front of him, too close to avoid. He couldn’t get above them or swing around fast enough to put sufficient distance between them. He had no choice. On his first pass, he would have to go right through them.
    â€œHold fast!” he yelled to Spanner Frew.
    Then the closest of the warships were on top of them, moving swiftly out of the haze, all bulk and darkness in the early morning gloom. Redden Alt Mer had been here before, and he knew what to do. He didn’t try to avoid a collision. Instead, he initiated one, turning the
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toward the smallest ship in the line. The radian draws hummed as they funneled the ambient light into the parse tubes and the diapson crystals turned it to energy, a peculiar, tinny sound. The ship responded with a surge as he levered forward on the controls, tilted the hull slightly to port, and sliced through the enemy ship’s foremast and sails, taking them down in a single sweep that left the vessel foundering.
    Shrikes wheeled about them, but in close quarters they could not come in more than two at a time, and the bowmen fired arrows at them with deadly accuracy, causing injuries and screams of rage.
    â€œHelm port!” Big Red shouted in warning as a second vessel tried to close from the left.
    As the crew braced, he swung the wheel all the way about, bringing the rams to bear on this new threat. The
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shuddered and lurched as the parse tubes emitted fresh discharges of converted light,