[Age of Fire 05] - Dragon Rule

by E. E. Knight - (ebook by Undead)

  “Not only will your life be forfeited, but so will your mate’s.”

  “Nilrasha! She’s not a threat to anyone. She plays a part in no faction”

  “Save your dwindling one.”

  “I’ll stand by him.”

  AuRon could never say why he spoke up thus. Years later, when asked, he simply replied that the words were out before he knew he had said them.

  SiHazathant and Regalia entered the Audience Chamber from the Tyr’s door. A more perfectly matched set of dragons would be hard to imagine—their red and green became deeper and more brilliant the closer they stood.

  “All hail, Tyr SiHazathant and Queen Regalia,” NoSohoth said.

  NiVom’s faction roared, the Copper’s stayed silent and still.

  “I’m glad to see you here, RuGaard,” SiHazathant said.

  “We’ve no wish to be enemies,” Regalia added. “You’ve done great things for dragonkind. But your hearts and mind are only half in the Lavadome. Your care for your mate does you honor, but a Tyr must devote himself to all dragons, not just one.”

  “Will you recognize me as your Tyr, RuGaard?” SiHazathant said, getting to the point in the manner of old FeHazathant.

  “I will not fight you,” the Copper said, tiredly. “Just let me return to Nilrasha. She deserves better than this. She sacrificed her wings for our cause.”

  “So it is to be exile,” Regalia said. “Very well, go in peace. Who goes with you?”

  “And I,” said AuRon.

  “But your mate—” SiHazathant said, looking at NiVom in doubt.

  “Natasatch is one of the Protectors backing you,” NiVom said. “She wishes to remain in her position as Protector.”

  “It will be a bitter exile for both of you, AuRon,” NoSohoth said.

  “Natasatch is perfectly capable of acting as Protector of Dairuss. Perhaps better, for she’s an armored dragon. One well-placed Ironrider arrow would slay me.”

  “We’ll allow her to visit you on your island now and again,” NiVom said. “But if you insist on not recognizing SiHazathant as Tyr, you must not be allowed to return to the Empire.”

  “My Tyr must have his bodyguard,” Shadowcatch said, heavily. But then he did everything heavily. “I shall follow Tyr RuGaard wherever he goes.”

  “I will go with Tyr RuGaard as well,” Wistala said.

  For the first time, NiVom looked doubtful. “You’re leaving as well, Wistala?”

  “I’m his Queen-Consort.”

  “That’s an informal tradition. There’s no need for you to leave.”

  “Other than the duty I owe my brother. I abandoned him to his fate once. I won’t do it again.”

  “Very well. The banishment applies to you, as well, then.”

  “I am a Hypatian citizen by position,” Wistala said. “I’m not sure you can banish me from Hypatia. But I take it I am free of my oaths to the Firemaids?” Wistala asked.

  “That is for you to resolve with your conscience.”

  “I’ll not wait here,” the Copper said. “I hope you enjoy a quieter reign than I did, SiHazathant.”

  “Thank you, RuGaard. BaMelphistran, see to it that he leaves in safety and security, and is supplied with whatever he wants that will aid him on his journey. Do this if you value your position as head of the Aerial Host.”

  The Copper took one last look at the Audience Chamber, full of banners won in victories. He’d been at many of those battles. He’d miss the clucks and squawks of griffaran over him.

  “Why did you join me?” he asked AuRon as they returned to the plaza atop the Imperial Rock to take off.

  AuRon blinked. “It’s one way out of your crossbreeding of human and dragon society. I now have an excellent excuse never to return.”

  “What about your mate?”

  AuRon shifted his feet, as though trying to decide what to say. “She has a tooth for this sort of life. It’s not for me. She thinks of the Alliance as her home, not my island.”

  “It looks like your island will have to do for me. And Nilrasha, though she’ll have to make the journey on foot. If you’ll have us, that is.”

  “You may find it quiet, after the Lavadome.”

  “I should very much like a little quiet. Let’s get a mouthful before we take off. I want to get to my mate’s cave before the news of this reaches her.”

  Chapter 18

  To the Copper, AuRon was entirely too cheerful about leaving the Lavadome.

  NiVom, with his gargoyle escort, relished watching him fly into ignominity, flapping along with the artificial joint doing its job—just.

  They took the swiftest exit they could, the south door, even if it meant a longer flight north to Nilrasha’s eyrie.

  The lands they flew over, the rough terrain south of Ghioz, made for poor eating. Nothing but thorn and cactus and foul mudholes. Game was scarce and the journey slow until they reached the Horsedowns.

  Men here were scarce, tribal, and what there were more or less worshiped the dragons. They happily let the dragons eat horses and ponies.

  Their escort fed themselves on wild horses, and allowed the exiles only their scraps. AuSurath proved his loyalty to the Lava-dome by only giving them what dragons usually considered offal.

  While AuRon was too proud to ask his son for more, Wistala was under no such obligation to go. “You expect us to fly on gristle and hooves, nephew?” Wistala asked.

  “The loss of a few pounds will do you good,” AuSurath replied.

  Finally Shadowcatch, irritable because of all the flying, ambled over and picked up a horse half and glared at their escort, daring them to do anything about it. The Copper ate a few bits as a polite thank-you, but had no appetite. Even the juicy horse tasted like ash.

  Nilrasha’s eyrie no longer looked picturesque and cozy. If anything, it seemed horribly remote and lonely. Anything could happen to his mate here, far from witnesses.

  She had a visitor, although it wasn’t one of her favorites. Old Ibidio, mother to Halaflora and Imfamnia and Ayafeeia, leader of the Firemaids. The old battle-ax never thought the Copper and Nilrasha were worthy to dwell in Imperial Rock, let alone preside over it.

  Nilrasha looked worried and haggard. Entertaining Ibidio for who knows how long had taken its toll. Did she know?

  “My love, you arrive with quite a procession. I don’t think my refuge will hold them all,” Nilrasha said.

  NiVom had the flying escort circle the eyrie. Wistala and AuRon landed. Shadowcatch put his bulk on a precarious grip at the landing ledge. He closed off Nilrasha’s cavern like a door.

  “What brings you this far north, Ibidio?” the Copper asked.

  She rattled her griff. “I hoped to get some truth at last.”

  “I suspect you wanted to see the look on my mate’s face when she heard the news.”

  “What news, my love?” Nilrasha said, clearly nervous.

  “I’m no longer Tyr. The twins will rule the Lavadome. NiVom and his mate will take charge of the Upper World for them.”

  The rims of her eyes and nostrils went white. “What’s to become of us?”

  “Exile, I’m afraid,” the Copper said.

  Ibidio thumped her tail. “I came to see to this personally. Nilrasha, you have one chance to save your mate from disgraceful exile.”

  “Now, just one moment, Ibidio,” NiVom said.

  “Shut up, NiVom, or I’ll see to it that the twins choose another dragon to oversee affairs in the Upper World.” Ibidio turned back to Nilrasha. “Confess to the murder of Halaflora and face punishment. Then we’ll allow your mate, an innocent in your schemes, to remain among us.”

  What did poor Halaflora matter now? The Copper felt his temper flare. If he could just spit fire properly, he’d flame the old buzzard’s face.

  “Don’t say anything, Nilrasha. Ibidio, isn’t seeing me dethroned triumph enough for you?”

  “It’s bloodlines that matter,” Ibidio said. “I’ve had enough of rule by unknowns. Such a co
urt! This RuGaard, a usurper, a foundling who mates a nobody from Milkdrinker’s Hill and then brings in a dragon who believes herself a Hypatian and a scaleless hermit to presume to rule as Queen. Arrogance!”

  “You think you will do better under the twins?” the Copper said. “You’re a fool if you think so, Ibidio. It’s the Red Queen’s old bargain. NiVom and Imfamnia will rule the Upper World. The Lavadome will exist only at their sufferance.”

  “They can be managed. The Ankelenes have the crystal. We’ll keep an eye on them. Imfamnia may be a greedy, vain ninny of a dragon, but she at least comes from a noble line.”

  “You nostril-clenching gargoyle,” Nilrasha roared. “With your precious bloodlines and family traditions. You’ve always resented me. RuGaard was perfectly acceptable as Tyr; you put him forward! Until he mated with me, that is. Then you started your whispers. Viper, you’ve spat your last poison!”

  With that Nilrasha charged, mouth agape.

  Shadowcatch threw himself in front of NiVom, who was moving in to protect Ibidio. Old Ibidio, who’d probably never opened her mouth in battle since she’d breathed her first fire at the end of hatchlinghood, froze in fury. Nilrasha struck her like a charging elephant and they clawed briefly, frantically, at the edge of the parapet before disappearing over the side.

  “Nilrasha,” the Copper shrieked, launching himself into the air. His throne didn’t matter. The only thing that counted was his mate.

  Together, the combatants plunged into the valley, bouncing off the sheer side of Nilrasha’s eyrie. Ibidio’s wings weren’t up to supporting both.

  He folded his wings and dove. If his artificial joint gave way, so be it.

  He heard a crashing of timber below. Startled black-and-white birds took to the sky, marking their fall.

  The Copper opened his wings, daring them to give way and stop him from striking the valley floor next to his mate. But Rayg’s engineering supported him.

  He found Nilrasha, bleeding from torn-away scale but otherwise miraculously uninjured, atop the broken body of Ibidio. Sightless eyes stared in different directions.

  So passed the mother of his first mate.

  “I can’t even die right,” Nilrasha managed between gasps. She licked him across the snout, exposing a broken fang.

  “You’re just lucky,” the Copper said.

  NiVom and his gargoyles came down at a safe pace, followed by Shadowcatch and the Aerial Host escort.

  “Well, Nilrasha, I suppose I owe you a thank-you,” NiVom said. “Ibidio and her clique would have given me some difficulties. You’ve just strengthened my hold on the Lavadome.”

  Nilrasha spat blood at him.

  “Why don’t you just kill us and get it over with?” the Copper asked.

  “No, RuGaard. I want you to go live with cold memories, in hiding, as I did. As nothing but a memory, you’re bound to improve. The dragons will forget your limp and your stupid expression and only remember your victories. But you and your wretched mate aging in exile, growing ever weaker—that’ll take the glamour off your name.”

  “Then at least give me leave to live quietly with my mate, here in her eyrie. I can hunt and fish for us both. I’ll never enter the Lavadome again, or so much as offer advice to a young member of the Aerial Host.”

  “No, Nilrasha’s too clever. She’s been your brains for years. You two might get up to something. The best safeguard of your good behavior is your mate, here, where I can keep an eye on her—and you as far away as possible. The other side of the world would do nicely.”

  “You would forcibly part mated dragons?” Nilrasha asked.

  “Your mating, if those ridiculous ascents you attempt could be called a mating flight, is of dubious provenance,” NiVom said.

  “Now hear this, dragonkind. You are stripped of the honorable name RuGaard. From now on you’re just ‘Batty’ to us. It was good enough for you in the drakwatch caves, it’ll be good enough for the future. This is my bargain, a better one than I got: as long as you remain outside the Dragon Empire, you and Nilrasha will come to no harm. But set sii back on our lands and I’ll see to it that she’s thrown from her resort. Only this time, I’ll make sure she lands on something sharper than Ibidio.”

  Chapter 19

  They flew in stages, resting frequently in the cool sea. It was not a quick trip—their escort frequently demanded that they stop and argue the correct course so as not to pass too near the Hypatian coast, or to circumnavigate some island belonging to the Empire by map rather than actual occupation. AuRon thought it petty of their escort, and it reminded him of the Wizard Wrimere’s prickly vindictiveness. The escort left them near the great neck, turning home for Hypatia.

  “Fair winds guide you to rest,” one of them said. The Copper, prodded, received a final thank-you for his promotion into the Aerial Host.

  “Foolish of you, Father,” AuSurath said. “You’d think a dragon with no scale would be more sensitive to the direction in which the winds are blowing.”

  He was silent and thoughtful the rest of the flight.

  AuRon experienced the moment every dragon father must, when his son breathes fire into his face—metaphorically, of course, here in the windy skies of the Inland Ocean.

  Wistala said little on the flight. AuRon had heard much of her exploits. He believed this was the first time she’d been really defeated.

  His brother flew mechanically, as though strings controlled his movements. Or perhaps it was just the false joint mid wing.

  Once they made it to the island, after a few days they’d decide what to do. AuRon found himself wishing he could have DharSii available—he was a strong, reasonable dragon who’d be a stout ally and a clear-headed counselor.

  To AuRon, the Copper seemed increasingly numb to all that had happened. He spoke less and less at greater and greater intervals, and when he did speak it was only a commonplace, such as that he was tired or hungry. AuRon suspected that were it not for Wistala and Shadowcatch nudging him along from either side, he would have just flown aimlessly until he dropped from exhaustion into the sea.

  Wistala tried to reassure him about Nilrasha, that she was still popular with some of the Firemaids and dragons from the less exalted hills; therefore NiVom had very good reason to keep her alive.

  “I did my best for them. I truly did,” he kept repeating.

  That’s the problem with the ambitious and ruthless, AuRon thought. They’re thunderstruck when they meet someone even more ruthless and ambitious than they.

  “The Tyr gave his word,” Wistala said. “As long as we leave the empire in peace, we’re not to be harmed. More important for you, brother RuGaard, Nilrasha will stay comfortably in her eyrie. For you, brother AuRon, Natasatch will maintain her honored position, Naf’s kingdom will be at peace under the wings of its Protector, and your offspring will continue their careers in security and honor.”

  “I just feel as though he has us by the throat, and we don’t have so much as a claw into him,” the Copper said.

  “Are you sure this is NiVom’s doing?”

  “What do you mean?” Wistala asked.

  AuRon, once again, tried to put vague suspicions and feelings into words. “Imfamnia. His mate. I can’t help thinking there’s more to her than we know. She’s so cursedly sure of herself.”

  They arranged the last lap in the hopes that they might arrive at the Isle of Ice with the sun setting, then spend a quiet night in AuRon’s cave. With strength renewed by sleep, they’d see about finding some food in the morning, if Ouistrela hadn’t eaten all the sheep.

  But the Copper flagged again and a spring storm threatened, so they rested on an uninhabited piece of rock. There were crabs and other shellfish to be had in the clear, cold water. Even Shadowcatch, who’d never quite broken the habit of having his food brought to him by humans, managed to come up with a few.

  As matters turned out, it was just as well they rested.

  They arrived midday. AuRon and Natasatch’s cave looked qui
te primitive. The dragons used to smoothed corners and holes bored for venting and drainage there. But still, it felt safe and warm for the travelers, and they settled in for a long nap, albeit in a cave sized for two dragons rather than four.

  A faint howling of wolves woke AuRon from sleep, slightly squashed between bulky Wistala and even bulkier Shadowcatch.

  He roused his fellow exiles with tail slaps.

  “The wolves have some news for us?” Wistala asked.

  “They’re far off, I can’t pick up what’s being said, the echoes are confusing the sounds. It’s a danger call,” AuRon said.

  AuRon hadn’t had reason to creep to his own front portal in all his years on the island, but this time he did.

  Staying in the shadows, he peeped out. Ouistrela stood there, a male AuRon didn’t recognize beside her. Hard to believe Ouistrela had taken a mate.

  There were men, shaggy barbarians of the north by the look of them, behind and before her, the ones to the front with evil-looking spears, the ones behind with great bows and heavy dragon arrows.

  “Ouistrela, what’s all this? You’re standing on my doorstep with armed men?”

  She was bristling for a fight and clearly enjoying her moment. “I’m here to evict you at last, AuRon. You and your pitiful band.”

  He sensed the others falling in behind him, tensing.

  “What right and what cause allows you to tell me to leave my own cave?” AuRon asked.

  Glittering green alighted next to her. Imfamnia!

  “You have visitors, I see,” AuRon said. “Imfamnia, we’re keeping our side of the bargain. We’ll live here quietly.”

  “I’m afraid not, AuRon,” the once-and-future Queen called back. “Remember that clever trick you pulled in Uldam? NiVom and I did. You’re looking at the new Protector of the Isle of Ice. Ouistrela will find the duties light and the meals hearty. The Isle of Ice is part of the Grand Alliance. It is you who broke the arrangement, not I.”

  “It’s a trap,” the Copper said. “Fly for your lives!”