Chapter tenWe were falling straight down, tumbling out of the air. Below us lay some damned magic which would entrap us and paralyze us. The airboat lurched as another fireball hissed past in a confusion of fire and spitting sparks.
At the controls Delia remained firmly in command. She is a brilliant pilot and she used her skill to right the voller and bring her up in a long soaring slant that was not a direct line. Only four more bolts of fire were let off, and then the shooter must have given up, recognizing that the pilot was better than he was.
Up and up we lifted. The humid air tasted sweet then, by Krun!
Up between the leaves Delia took us and then — out in the radiance of the Suns we soared with the breeze in our faces.
Milsi said: “Oh, Delia—!”
Sasha started to say: “Flying sk
