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Somehow, none of them had looked high enough up to see him. A speck in the sky was just a speck in the sky, Boaz knew, but when your enemy flew by air, any specks in the sky should be as dangerous as glass cats on a burrow of conies.
Still, that was all to his fortune.
Now they cruised low over ragged forests which gave way to long aprons of shattered rock and glum brown outcroppings. The air was crisp, but nothing like the misery of the upper altitudes.
Gashansunu had been the last to go below, and she was the first to emerge again. Now she looked far less fey, as if whatever had troubled her before had passed with almost two days of unquiet rest amid the crowded bodies below.
“Does the air agree with you now?” Boaz asked.
“It was never breath I starved for,” she replied, but the edge was gone from her voice.