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“Keeping my promise and hoping NiVom and Imfamnia would keep theirs—though once before the Jade Queen had betrayed dragonkind when she handed us over to the Dragonblade and his hag-riders—I went to my brother’s remote island, only to find assassins waiting. While the words of our agreement were still echoing they broke their bond. I barely escaped with my life.
“Did they expect me to come south again after that, and meet my death immediately? Perhaps.”
The audience looked at each other uncomfortably, swishing their tails and shifting their feet. Were there orders to fall on him the instant he was within reach?
“Instead I went to the Sadda-Vale, and there waited and hoped. Hoped that a new Tyr would rise and right the wrong done to me and reunite me with my mate.
“This hasn’t happened. I’ve recently learned that in the intervening years, matters have become much, much worse. Perhaps to you it does not seem so terrible, for their madness has crept into the Empire slowly, like lichens, which you never see growing but when conditions are right can take over a cave in a matter of days. To me, when I heard how conditions in the Empire had changed, I could only believe that I’d been exposed to rumor and exaggeration.”
DharSii had helped him with his verbal presentation, teaching him to pace his speech and gradually let the speed and intensity grow.
“I intend to take my mate out, and as many dragons as I can,” the Copper finished.
This started a buzz from the assembled dragons. The Copper heard the words “Heavies” and “civil war” used.
Now, to take the offensive, the Copper thought.
“I can’t promise you anything, but that you won’t be bled and butchered for NiVom’s schemes.
“Yes, butchered. Didn’t you hear? The dead from the massacre at Ghioz were loaded onto a barge, taken up the Falnges, and dumped into the Star Tunnel. You’ve heard the Star Tunnel is off-limits, no doubt. Would you like to know why?”
He didn’t give them the chance to say no. “Someone is raising trolls in those tunnels. I don’t know how many of you have ever dealt with trolls, but they are the one creature moved by the Four Spirits with both the will and the ability to hunt dragons for food. They’re dreaded moonspawn, if you ask me, and now they’re twice as tough.>The Copper could fly in the lead only briefly before he complained of pain in his injured wing. Wistala, stalwart as always, took over for him and forged ahead into the headwinds.
No matter what his role on the flight, AuRon found his mind wandering.
He could not decide if her long association with DharSii had changed his sister. He himself admired the dragon, but DharSii always preserved an air of isolation about him, as though he were perched at the peak of a mountain, no matter what the location and company. DharSii clearly cared for Wistala, but AuRon suspected that the dragon either had an agenda of his own or had suffered so many disappointments in life that he kept a reserve against further failure.
AuRon could sympathize. His youth had been shattered in a single, brutal day when the home cave was invaded by mercenaries seeking young dragons who could be broken to the saddle. Later, he’d lost NooMoahk, the ancient black dragon who’d served as a surrogate father. He’d poured out the whole of his life into his mate and their life on the Isle of Ice, but the glitter and society of the Dragon Empire had seduced her away more easily than he could have imagined.
Still, he sensed further calamities on the horizon, much like the coming thunderstorm. It pressed on him. The massacre at the Feast was just the start of something much worse for his kind. But whom could he get to listen?
Perhaps he was cracking up. Was he committing a spectacular, public suicide and bringing his siblings along for the trip?
No, Wistala truly wanted to avoid a second Fall of Silverhigh. She feared a human/dragon war that would probably destroy both races. His brother just wanted to spend his remaining years in peace with his mate. Passions of his abdication had cooled, the Empire had grown in security, and it was reasonable to assume that NiVom and his mate would no longer see AuRon as a threat to their power.
In the Copper’s mind, one of two things would happen as a result of his arriving in Quarryness.
What would not happen would be the dragons of the Aerial Host flying him back to NiVom and Imfamnia’s palace in Ghioz for their last, triumphant audience before packing him off in chains to whichever dungeon they’d selected for him to inhabit until they found the time and reason to murder him. They couldn’t force him to fly there, and if they couldn’t force him to fly they couldn’t force him to walk, either. If they chose to drag him, his body would fall to pieces before he arrived at the outskirts of Hypat.
What would happen? Either he would be allowed to proceed south to claim his mate, or he’d be killed.
Either might secure Nilrasha’s future. With him dead, she would no longer be a threat to NiVom and Imfamnia and they would leave her alone. They might be tempted to kill her, but her position and condition were known in the Empire. For NiVom and Imfamnia to kill a flightless dragonelle, and a widow at that, would incite opinion against them. Even the worst Tyrs evoked nostalgia when they were deceased and no longer part of the Lavadome’s political life.
If he was allowed to complete the march, word would pass through the Empire like flame. Those who disliked NiVom and Imfamnia would secretly support his march even as they watched and waited for a reaction. They might even work up the courage to join him. Their courtiers and lickvents in Ghioz might talk NiVom and Imfamnia into a rashness.
The chance to confront them in front of witnesses might even be worth his life. But would he spend his last breath cursing NiVom, or calling for Nilrasha?
The dragons of the Light Wing ringed the open common in front of what Wistala identified as the Hypatian hall. It wouldn’t have been hard to guess which building was the Hypatian hall even without her—it was both the tallest and broadest structure in the town.
They weren’t expecting him to bring other dragons, it seemed, for a ripple of activity ran through the waiting dragons. He counted twelve winged dragons—at least that he could see.
They alighted on the town common. Northerners were clustered in every doorway and window, watching events but ready to run to safety if flame began to fly.
The Copper, used to Hypatian grandeur, had a hard time believing he had landed in Hypatia. Even Juutfod, clinging to its steep incline beneath the cliffs on its zigzag streets and heavy wharves, seemed more built-up and cosmopolitan. This was a thatch-roofed village with a few big wooden halls and a single massive stone building. Were it not for the Hypatian hall, he would have mistaken it for the seat of some barbarian warlord.
DharSii took the role of interlocutor again and opened the negotiations. Wistala and AuRon flanked him. Hermethea watched the other direction.
“Well?” CuSarrath asked. “Have you come to face justice?”
