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Shailiha handed the letter to Wigg. The Black Ships were plowing through the waves, rather than flying over them. ”“Where?” Shailiha asked urgently. “I know,” he said.

”Tristan scowled. He was not an enemy of the Pon Q’tar, nor could he imagine everbecoming one. “Attack!” he shouted joyously. He spurred his horse another two steps closer, thenleaned one arm down on his saddle pommel.