The iion craft was being piloted by Mrs. Coulter. She and her daemon were alone in the cockpit.
The barometric altimeter was little use iorm, but she could judge her altitude roughly by watg the fires on the ground that blazed where angels fell; despite the hurtling rain, they were still flaring high. As for the course, that wasnt difficult, either: the lightning that flickered around the Mountain served as a brilliant bea. But she had to avoid the various flying beings who were still fighting in the air, and keep clear of the rising land below.
She didnt use the lights, because she wao get close and find somewhere to land before they saw her and shot her down. As she flew closer, the updrafts became more violent, the gusts more sudden and brutal. A gyropter would have had no ce: the savage air would have slammed it to the ground like a fly. Iention craft she could move lightly with the wind, adjusting her balance like a wave rider in the Peaceable O.
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