Bloddeuwedd.
Even with her crippled beak, the huge owl tore off quite a bit of the
roof of the carriage.
Everyone was screaming and no one was giving much good
advice. Saber and Damon had both damaged her: Saber by raising right
off the three soft laps he was sitting on and lunging straight up for
Bloddeuwedd’s feet. He had torn and shaken one before letting go to fall
back into the carriage, where he almost slid off the back. Elena, Bonnie,
and Meredith grabbed at whatever portions of canine anatomy they
could reach, and hauled the huge animal into the backseat again.
“Scoot over! Give him his own seat,” wailed Bonnie, looking at
the shreds of her pearl-colored dress where Saber had taken off and
ripped right through the gauzy material. He’d left red welts in his path.
“Well,” Meredith said, “next time we’ll request steel petticoats.
But I really hope there isn’t going to be a next time, anyway!”
Elena prayed fervently that she was right. Bloddeuwedd was
skimming in from a lower angle now, undoubtedly hoping to snap off a
few heads.
“Everybody grab wood. And spheres! Throw the spheres at her as
she comes close to us.” Elena was hoping that the sight of star
globes—Bloddeuwedd’s obsession—might slow her down.
At the same time Sage shouted, “Don’t waste the star balls! Throw