Chapter four
Ambush in the cloudsCaptain Voromin handled Heart of Imrien beautifully. His orders to his helmsman were crisp and not to be misunderstood. Lookouts positioned along the lower fighting galleries kept up a constant stream of information regarding the movements and courses of the hostile vessels. Our ship cut tightly around in a sweet one-eighty-degree turn and pounced.
The signal to release the flutduin squadron was passed. Unfortunately, I could see only one cavalry-carrying vessel, Nath’s Hammer, still in company with us. When the flyers took off the thought occurred to me they looked far more like the blown leaves in San Dweloin’s poem than the “wide-winged birds breasting the wind.”
They didn’t bother to form up. They simply flew headlong for the enemy ships. I tore my g
