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“Yes, by a narrow passage. No dragon your size would get through,” one of the attendants said.
“I don’t want to get through. If you’ll take my advice, you’ll carry these dwarves, living and dead, into the Hallowhall and arrange them as you would a Partner.”
“After all this, we’re to take orders from a dragon?” the other attendant said, taking up his water pail again. “Bah!”
“None of that, you! He has the dead Partner’s signet-ring,” Altran said, his voice loud and harsh. “He’s served the Chartered Company. I’m no lawdrafter, by the Golden Tree’s roots, but I’d say he has authority to give orders to bed attendants. Unless another Partner says otherwise. So do it, with my help and what’s left of Djer’s staff, or I’ll have you expelled. You wouldn’t want that. The wilds are not a good place for a dwarf these days with all these murderous men about.”
The dwarf’s fury faded as quickly as it came on. He turned to AuRon. “Dwarves are quick to quarrel when events turn against them.”
“Not just dwarves,” AuRon said. “I can do nothing more for Djer. Will you see that he takes his rightful place among your dead?”
“I’ll attend to it. I expect it won’t be too long before I see him again in the spirit-world. Even the Delvings can’t be held forever against dragons. We hear of hosts of men coming out of the north.”
“There may be blighters descending the river before winter, though the men of Dairuss will fight them as long as they can.”
“Then all is lost.”
“Don’t despair. That does half your enemy’s job for him,” AuRon said. He removed the ring from the dwarsaw chain, working the heavy clasp with his sii. He held out the ring to Altran. “I know Partnerships cannot be inherited, but whatever dwarves and interests in the Company Djer possessed are now in your hands.”
“They were considerable. Doesn’t seem it matters now.”
AuRon put the dwarsaw in Djer’s tobacco pouch and tucked it into his ear. “I must hurry on my way. Don’t let your fellow dwarves scatter. You have friends yet, east with the Dairuss, south with the elves scattered in the forests, and west in Hypat.”
“What about north? That is where the true danger rests.”
“Leave that to me.”
AuRon backed away from the wounded dwarves and saw that the attendants were fashioning litters to carry them back into the Delvings. He would come back one day, and visit Djer’s resting place.
“Altran, one more thing. Djer didn’t die for nothing. He won’t lie in his grave unavenged.”
Chapter 22
The old maps of the Hypatian cartographers AuRon had lingered over showed the Isle of Ice to be not one isle, but many. Like a great tree that had thrown off hundreds of saplings, the island was surrounded by small rocky islets. It was a daring sailing master who took his boat to the largest isle in the best of weather. When the winds of the equinoxes blew, attempting it meant a storm-tossed suicide.
Weather not only guarded the isle, but conspired to hide it, as well. The currents of the inland ocean moved as the hands on a dwarvish clock, bringing warm air up from the sunny southwest before changing direction at the archipelago to run down the barbarian coast toward Hypat. As the air passed over the cooler waters, mists formed and shrouded the topography in belts of fog, and atop that, a cloud belt. It was this last that AuRon tiredly cursed as he drifted in the sky.
The Bowing Dragon stood higher in the sky than he had ever seen, and were it not for him and the polar star, AuRon would have despaired. But the science of Hypat had mapped the stars as well as the coast, and their positions told him he was in the right latitudes to find the isle.
He needed rest. He had been flying for three days, fighting a cold north wind. Autumn, the most dilatory of the seasons, was already on her way in the north of the Inland Ocean.
A faint light flashed in the clouds far ahead, like reddish lightning, only the light grew and faded in the time it took for AuRon to inhale and exhale, rather than in the eyeblink of a storm’s burst. AuRon forgot his fatigue and drifted. He counted twenty breaths, and it happened again, and he angled himself to make for the light. When it happened a third time, leaving an echo of itself on his sensitive eyes in the same place it had flashed before, he knew it was not a weather phenomenon, but something happening at a fixed point below.
His wings rose and fell with new energy brought on by hope. AuRon descended into the clouds, following the regular pulses of light. The air currents changed; he felt the loom of the land underneath, though he could not see it.
He broke out of the clouds, over land as far as he could see in the dim light. A flame, a great jet of burning gas, lit up a cratered mountaintop beneath him. It reflected from ice frozen into the rocky bowl. The fireball rose and dispersed into faint purple flame before dying out entirely. AuRon drifted, waiting for the next expulsion. It came as expected, with a whistling roar. Its burst gave shape to the land beneath, a vista of crags and ice. AuRon could neither hear nor smell the sea; he must have been flying over the island almost since he first saw the flames through the clouds.
AuRon dipped his wings and turned for the nearest mountainside out of the wind. He landed at a crag just deep enough for it to be an easy climb to the bottom, drank a mouthful of water running into it from a melt on the mountainside, and fell into an exhausted sleep.
AuRon awoke to a cold, sunless dawn. The sky was a colorless overcast. Only the shading of gray varied as one patch or another began to drizzle rain. He climbed out of the crag and stretched and folded his wings a few times, feeling sore. There were rain puddles caught among the rocks everywhere. It must have poured while he slept.
The crater-topped mountain still whooshed out a fireball at the same rate as it had last night. In the muted light of day the explosion was subdued. AuRon looked around the valley.
He felt as if he were at the roof of the world, a land of jagged peaks and ice. The valley fell away to the south, opening up on flatter lands, but flinty ridges interwoven with seas of snow blocked the view in the other directions. AuRon leaped into the sky and circled the fireball-spewing crater.
Past the ridges the land became more hospitable. Moss gave way to pines and grass, which in turn fell into little meadows, forests, and lakes in the steep-sided valleys between the mountains. Glaciers like dirty walls hung between the mountain ranges, emptying into lakes and streams of white water rushing down the slopes. There were forests and long stretches of bush, depending on whether the trees could find footing. On the rolling hills at the feet of the mountains bighorn sheep and mountain goats moved in herds. There was no sign of human habitation.
AuRon flew south, to the widening in the valley. The craggy plateau gave way to steep fells coated in green. He spotted another mass of brown grazers beneath, and flew lower to take a look. A herd of some kind of cattle with a high ridge of muscle atop their forelegs had their noses buried in the mountain pasturage. They had shaggy faces and curved horns, tougher and wilder looking than the cattle AuRon had seen elsewhere. He saw a shepherd, marking the fact that the herdsman just scratched a dog and watched him fly overhead. Were the dragons on this island under orders not to hunt cattle?
