Edward recalled a conversation they’d had in the carriage on the way to the train from Paris to Rome wherein the doctor had admonished Patrick about how there was no such thing as magic, just things that science couldn’t explain yet.
When he sought out the Irishman after his confusingly informative walk, he found him dressed in dark clothing and pulling a dark cap low over his eyes.
“Where are you going?”
“The airships are coming in at different times since they have to avoid the Prussian patrols, so we have to be ready all night.”
“Are you sure they’ll be landing tonight?”
O’Connell shrugged. “Don’t know, but we have to be ready to unload in case they do come. Even if the siege is over, we need that rubber tubing.”
“I need to talk to you about something. It’s important.”
“Then put
