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buildings there below her!
Sela urged her bird into a dive, leveling out only a dozen feet from the
ground, trusting to the bird's own eyes and in- stincts as she clung to her
feathered mount. To attempt to rise higher out of crossbow range would only
make her a better target! The "climb" of a Tarl carrying a rider so slow that
there would be no doubt that such an action would be almost suicide for Sela!
No airplane could have flown the path that Sela's bird was now flying,
the great feathered monster swooping between the buildings, between trees,
soaring across Arsana itself at only a dozen feet or so above the ground. The
leather clad figure of its rider almost unnoticed now upon the great feathered
terror!
Most Dularnians had never ever seen a Tarl, although the birds were of
course known to them as being creatures of "legend" more "myth" than reality!
No doubt, Sela mused to herself, they would think of Tarls much differently
now than they had before!!!
Now she was over the great central plaza, swooping low over the
fountains and the low growing trees, terrified faces looking up at her,
mothers clinging to their children as she flew just over their heads. Her
speed so great that no one had "time" now to even react to her passage until
after she was gone on past, her great feathered mount far swifter than the
fastest unicorn!
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"I feel `responsible' for Sela," I said to Valerie as we stood together
and looked out over the sea. Much of Dularn now hidden in the growing fog. I
wondered if I should have sent Sela out instead of one of the other "bird
girls" of Talon. It was true that Sela would collect more "useful" military
information than would the other two young Talon warrioresses, but I hated to
"risk" the Crown Princess of Talon like this even with her own mother's
approval. It was true that Dala Dai did want her daugh- ter to become
something "more" than just the Princess of Talon, but risking her life like I
had didn't now seem the way to do it!
"She impresses me as being a rather `competent' little wench," Valerie
smiled back, Sela's beautiful face and curvy fem- inine figure leaving little
doubt that she was a beautiful woman! She was also brave and courageous as I
had learned when she had nearly killed me that time back in La Paz. She did
seem a bit "nervous" about things at times, but that I felt was understand-
able given the fact that naval warfare was completely "alien" to her given her
earlier military training as a Talon "bird girl".
"I wish though she was safe back in Talon," I answered.
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Sela Dai, banking her bird no more than twenty feet above the ground
between two buildings perhaps would have thought the same thing just then, had
she had the time to consider such ideas then! A woman screaming, cowering back
as the Tarl swooped by her only a few feet away, its rider completely
unnoticed. Sela's bird swooping up over the royal palace of Dularn, the
flagstaffs whipping by, the bird now almost brushing the water with its
wingtips as it flew out over the harbor as swiftly as Sela could urge it. Here
once again there was danger, both from men with crossbows and the heavier
weapons of ships lying at anchor. The beautiful Princess of Talon reflecting
briefly upon the idea that Talon's "bird girls", carrying firebombs, could
destroy any ship!
She flew into a welcome bank of fog, urging the bird up a bit, gaining a
bit of altitude at the cost of speed, and the bird's own growing fatigue from
its hard driven flight across the capital of Dularn at better than fifty miles
per hour! The damp of the fog wetting her face, chill against her sweat-damp
body there beneath the leather of her riding attire. Sela was very much
"aware" of the fact that she was "all alone" over a hostile country that would
view her only in terms of whips and slave col- lars if she ever was to fall
into the hands of those now below! The fact that she was the Princess of Talon
might mean "little"!
"Why do I do this?" Sela mused to herself, flying out of the fog bank
now perhaps a hundred yards up in the air, the great bird still climbing
slowly with heavy beats of its tired wings! Making mental notes of the ships
there at anchor, the North Star not one of them yet, she noted to herself in
passing. Not that it really mattered all that much, but it was something that
Lor- raine would doubtless like to know about, Sela mused to herself.
"Why do I `drive' myself like this?" Sela mused, heading her bird out to
sea, back towards where Lorraine's ships should now be. A heavy fog now
growing rapidly there before her now making Sela very much aware that she [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]