Chapter 26
CARRO DID NOT want to go out. By the skylights, the weather was awful. Rain lashed the metal sheets of the shed, which creaked and rattled with gusts of wind. Carro stood at the central bar, fussing with his eagle’s reins. The bird snorted and shook its head, scattering bits of down, and gave Carro the evil eye. It had been asleep, beak tucked in its feathers, when the order to fly out came.
It looked like it wanted to do this just as much as Carro did. No piece of clothing would keep him dry in weather like this. The eagles hated it, and hated it even more because it was dark.
All around him, Knights were saddling up their birds to go out, part of the second wave of attacks, as Rider Cornatan had ordered. They had word that the trucks were in the camp, now it was the Eagle K
