"Another half dozen flights or so," Alera said calmly. "For tonight, at any rate. "

  Half a dozen?

  Tavi suddenly felt very tired. His imagination provided him with a sudden image - himself, lying in the snow like a sea jelly, every bone in his body smashed to powder, while a furious Kitai squishily strangled him.

  Alera looked at him with a serene smile. "Shall we continue?"

 

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