“Will the Eagles be able to manage a message like this?” said Aiden, in his head picturing an Eagle trying to open the tiny buckle on the case with beak and claw, while the message hawk flapped in terror.
Signy smiled and shook her head. “The hawk will go to the Feather Guards stationed out near the eyries and they’ll pass on the message. I think this little guy would get a bit of a fright if we sent him directly to the Eagles.” Signy stroked its head again and it flapped its wings impatiently. She drew Peith, the swift, over its head, whispering the place it was to go before throwing it into the air. The hawk shot into the sky and dwindled from sight above the trees.
“Now for the great waiting game,” said Signy quietly, watching the hawk disappear. She turned to Aiden. “I suppose I shou
