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With a screech Nilrasha ran forward.
“Wait, you won’t be harmed!” Rayg called. “That was just—”
She threw herself upon the huge troll, back legs tight against her side after the leap. She pedaled frantically with them, removing the troll’s scaly skin in bloody strips. The troll let out a gibbering hoot and then the blood quit spraying as it collapsed.
“You may depart, Natasatch,” Imfamnia said. “I think you’ll find it an easy glide to the surface.”
“No. Whatever fate my beloved and the father of my hatchlings faces, I share it with him.”
“As for the loser’s mate, you may go, too.” Rayg let out a corkscrew call and the trolls pawed back from Nilrasha. “We’ll see that the former Tyr’s body is properly—”
“No,” she snarled at the trolls, covering her mate’s body with her own.
Nilrasha, bleeding, wormed beneath her mate and with a heave of her back legs, lifted him across her back.
“Kill her!” Imfamnia shouted. “Rayg, you fool, have the trolls take her head.”
“They’re not going anywhere,” Rayg said.
Leaving a bright trail of commingled blood, Nilrasha pulled the limp body of her mate toward the exit, clutching it across the back with her stumps of wings.
“Are you mad?” Imfamnia asked.
Rayg shrugged. “He was good to me. What I am now is because of him, more than anything. I’d hoped he’d triumph over his brother.”
“I’ll deal with them myself, then,” she said, gathering herself for a leap.
Nilrasha raised her bloodied head. “You do that, Jade Queen. Oh, for that chance. If my last grapple is with you, I die exalted.” She spat out the stump of a broken tooth, leaving a trail of bloody slime hanging from her maw. She set her sii atop her mate’s body, ready to leave a ring of blood around it. “Well?”
Imfamnia paused. “Perhaps . . . not. Oh, crawl into a hole and die together. The world spins on and we shall ride it.”
She continued her crawl, made it past AuRon.
Was he imagining things, or did his brother’s good eye give a tiny wink?
Wistala thought it would be a battle for the history books, just because NoSohoth fought in it.
The ungainly old dragon panted through the air but must have been in some kind of training, because he managed to fly down the spine of the Red Mountains without collapsing or lagging behind.
It appeared he was capable of fury after all. “Betray me, will you? You pup!” This and much more issued forth from him, even in his exhausted slumbers between flights.
On the journey, DharSii did what he could to get them ready for battle. He divided his younger and more fit fliers from the older, lumbering dragons. Then each of those groups was divided into pairs. The front dragon would fly toward the destination, the one behind his wing keeping up and keeping watch on the lead. It was an old system dating back to DharSii’s days in the Lavadome as a very young dragon. How it would fare against the fancier evolutions of the Aerial Host—if much was left of it—these days remained to be seen.
They avoided Ghioz on the way, and stopped at Nilrasha’s needle to free her, but she’d been removed, along with her griffaran guard. Some local eagles said that before the last quarter moon—three weeks or so by a dwarfish calendar—a party of dragons and big, broad-shouldered beasts the eagles didn’t recognize came and took her away, the whole team of them carrying her off through the air in a net the way loads were swung up into a big ship.
Wistala quizzed them closely. It sounded as though the flying trolls had left the Star Tunnel and were ready to do NiVom and Imfamnia’s bidding.
Their enemy rose out of mountain to meet them. NiVom must have had word of their coming.
“A fight in the open air will be better,” DharSii said. “Room to maneuver against those trolls. They don’t look fast.”
“That’s a swarm of griffaran,” Wistala said. “Black as the pit. I prefer the old sort.”
“Don’t judge yet,” DharSii said. Wistala waited for him to elaborate, but he gave orders for the fast dragons to gain altitude and the slower ones to make for the Lavadome.
All at once the fight was upon them. The trolls and griffaran grew from distant dots to sets of claws and wings swooping through the air in an instant, it seemed. A griffaran raked a dragon—one of the Hypat contingent—across the flank and a red mist appeared and fell, spreading into nothingness. The crippled dragon plunged.
Another went down, one of the dragon tower contingent who’d flown south for the glory of battle. His flame gouted up in frustration. A troll smashed another dragon across the back with a massive fist and it folded horribly backward under the blow. Wistala plunged toward the troll, determined to destroy it. She loosed her fire but too soon, as the troll closed a wing and fell off fast to its left, avoiding the flame’s path. She managed to catch part of its wing with her tail nevertheless.
