“This is the Valerslea. Our scouts have reported that an aermaran lands here at dusk each day to discharge a patrol of Guardsmen into the forest,” Dai whispered to them. “We will capture the craft while it is on the ground and then fly it into the City. If we are careful to leave no survivors, then we should be able to attack the Infirmarie without any advance warning.”
Katkin’s eyed narrowed. “An aermaran can carry one hundred Guardsmen, at least. How will you fight against so many?”
He shrugged. “Most probably we will fail. But we have to try. Myriadne says the Firaithi in the Infirmarie will not be able to survive for much longer.”
“Where is Myrie?” Katkin asked, scanning the cluster of Swallows at their back.
Emile answered. “She said she would join us here in a few moments.”
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