“They come from Ullardrin, somewhere north of The Stratemsk and they are called the Ullars.”
“We’ll need to fly, Dray,” said Seg.
“Yes,” I said. “I hear the men of Hiclantung do not really relish flying — the corths are few and far between in the city.” This was true. Corth-flying was in the nature of a sport for the nobles and the high councilors; the ordinary people and the soldiers hated all flying beasts, and one could well understand why. Their ancestors had waged ceaseless war against the aerial barbarians, and it still went on today. They had developed effective tricks and weapons they could deploy against impiters and corths and only through Forpacheng’s treachery were they deprived of them on the day of the army m******e.
We hurried back to the city.
Thelda with tears and prot
