Chapter 22
IT WAS A GLOOMY circle of faces that gathered in the wood when the sky began to darken. A cold breeze whistled through the pine trees, blowing any heat from the fitful fire away.
It was amazing how quickly Carro had become used to the mildness of the Chevakian climate. He liked it.
“I found this,” Jeito said, holding up a wet and bedraggled bird. It had the orange legs and white feathers of a southern gull, and the red paint on the beak to show that it was a bird belonging to the Eagle Knights. A baleful light blue eye blinked, but that was the only sign of life it displayed. “Found it flapping about in a puddle of mud next to the creek.”
Carro recognised it. This was the same bird they had released to fly to the City of Glass with messages for Rider Cornatan, and questions
