Chapter nine
Of bushes, beliefs and airboatsThe deadly Shank voller up there flew with ponderous purpose across the river. We crouched low and still, deathly still.
This vessel must be from the fleet we had fought on our way over Pandahem. If our own fleet had managed to regain contact — and anything could have happened during the time Seg and I had been stumbling about in the Coup Blag — then I had to hope a Vallian voller would fly over soon.
No one moved a hairsbreadth until the Shank vanished over the farther bushes.
“Of course,” said Seg, helpfully, “he could have spotted us and given no indication, and be landing troops right now out of our sight.”
“He could,” said the Impenitent in that grunting gruff way of his. “And there could be one of our own fliers about right now, ready
