‘Give me that.’ Dev took an anchor from Kheda and swung it in one hand. The iron flukes glowed red and when Dev threw it, the anchor sank into the stone, melting the splintered rocks like wax. ‘We could work a spell together to hide the boat,’ said Velindre thoughtfully. ‘Then your magic would secure it.’
Nexus magic?’ Dev paused before throwing a second anchor to bite deep into the rocks with a triumphant hiss. Who’ve you been sharing yourself with back in Hadrumal?’
‘Just give me your hand.’ Velindre ordered, exasperated.
As Dev raised his arm, the magewoman laced her fingers with his. Ruby light oozed from between their tight-closed palms, trickling down Dev’s forearm. Velindre frowned and a dusky purple suffused the wizardry, tuning the magic to a dull amethyst. Pressed close together, their arms were coated with the opaque radiance. Their gazes locked, the magewoman’s hazel eyes staring deep into the bald wizard’s; Dev’s eyes were so dark brown as to look black. The glow of overt magic faded and as it did so, the deck beneath Kheda’s feet faded with it. The wood shimmered and reappeared before vanishing once more.
Like some mirage of a distant vessel carried up over the horizon to offer an always ambiguous portent. Even with the reassuring solidity of the planks under his feet, Kheda took a step backwards as the deck continued to come and go beneath him. ‘Does this sorcery hide us as well?’
The question turned Velindre’s head. Dev assaulted her cheek with a rough kiss, pressing his body close to hers with blatant suggestion. ‘We always were good together, weren’t we?’
‘Probably.’ Velindre pulled herself free of Dev with a look of contempt. ‘I won’t be working any conjoined magic with you in Hadrumal, nor doing anything else with you, not unless you learn some finesse. No wonder they call you a barbarian hereabouts.’
“Probably” doesn’t fill me with confidence.’ Kheda looked at Risala.
‘There are hollows in the rock where you can hide if you want to,’ Velindre said impatiently. ‘The dragon will have better things to think about than you two.’
‘I’ll show you finesse if that’s what you want. How do you think I kept my hide whole in these islands?’ Dev cracked his knuckles absently, surveying the looming cliff above. But I thought you wanted fiery uproar to summon this wizard and his dragon. I need solid ground beneath my feet if I’m going to do that.’ As he spoke, he vanished. ‘Where . ?’ Kheda looked up to see Dev standing on the edge of the crumbling precipice.
Risala stood, head tipped back, expression dubious. ‘How . . . ?’
‘Allow me.’ Velindre’s spiral of azure light carried the three of them up to the heights before Kheda or Risala could say anything more.
‘This is better.’ Dev was looking along the broken line of the Serpents’ Teeth, the rocks disappearing into the distance. ‘There’s fire beneath the seabed here. Deep, but not too deep.’
‘Don’t do anything just yet,’ warned Velindre. ‘It’ll take me a little while to summon a cloud dragon.’
‘We’ll leave you to work uninterrupted.’ Kheda’s sarcastic courtesy went unnoticed by either wizard. ‘Over there.’ He tugged at Risala’s hand and led her towards a storm-carved hollow where a trio of resolute nut palms had laid claim to what little soil and moisture the winds and rains let fall on the undulating top surface of the rock. Kheda saw they had persisted there for some years, for all they were barely taller than his head. Earl successive season had seen the new fronds yellow and wither to fall down around the ridged trunks in tattered curtains.
‘It’s some cover, I suppose,’ he muttered, unconvinced.
‘I can’t see anything better,’ agreed Risala glumly. ‘But we’re no threat to the beast. There’s no magic in us.
Nor in half the people it’s eaten so far,’ Kheda said incautiously.
Wasn’t there? Many learned warlords have judged those encountering wizards, however innocently, to be soiled. Most agree there’s an irrevocable stain left with those mho have suborned magic for their own purposes. Will the dragon smell that on you, sniffing you out wherever you hide? What of it? You’re committed now. You brought this magic to this domain. Can you complain if it becomes the death of you, if that’s the cost of freeing Chazen from the dragon? Would you have it any other way?
The mages were still standing in the centre of the island, talking about something, gesturing. Risala sat cross-legged between the nut palms, tugging at the wholly inadequate bather of damp and musty fronds. Kheda eased in beside her, the rock cold and unyielding beneath the thin layer of soil. He welcomed her warmth pressed against him as he watched the wizards’ animated discussion.
‘Is this how wizards treat the barbarians in the unbroken lands, disrupting their lives at any whim or fancy?’ He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, cupping his chin in his hands. ‘Don’t the men of the north resent that? Not that they could do much about it, I suppose.’
‘Velindre says they have little enough to do with the mainlanders.’ Risala’s comment surprised him. ‘None of the wizards seem that interested in them, nor in anything much beyond the whys and wherefores of their own power, as far as I can tell.’
Before Kheda could think what to make of that, the eerie glow of magelight erupted on the far side of the rock.
Velindre stood stock still, hands cupped before her, her eyes downcast and intent on the empty air she cradled. A gossamer filament of faintest blue radiance drifted downwards to fall in lazy coils in her palms. The thread thickened and brightened, shining azure drawn taut between the gathering magic in the magewoman’s hands and the unimaginable realms of the skies above. The coil of enchantment wound into a ball, the brilliance darkening to a vivid sapphire. The sphere swelled, summoning ever more magic. The thread of light became a solid shaft of piercing blue. Wind whirled around Velindre, whipping up a spiral of dust crackling with miniature lightning, darkening with every spin.
Unmoved, she stood in the centre of the vortex, the hem of her tunic not so much as stirring, trousers hanging loosely from her narrow hips. She was concentrating on the magic building between her hands. A new light began to glow in the innermost heart of the sapphire. It might have been blue to begin with but within moments it was too bright to look on. Too bright for anyone but Velindre, who stared at the burning mote unblinking, her face a mask of cold fire.
Dev’s magic was a ruby inferno by contrast. Wherever he had summoned the power from, he was using it to send gouts of scarlet fire jumping around the entire rock. Balls of flame bounced hither and thither, trailing blazing veils of crimson light. Wherever they landed, the rock melted into incandescence, white heat dying as soon as the magic sprang away. Bright gold faded through blood red to leave black and splintered craters in the grey rock. Dev laughed like a madman, sending blistering spheres ricocheting around the barren islet, gesturing wildly. Ruby light crackled between his outspread fingers. Abruptly he swept his hands together and the burning globes raced to join in a towering pillar of flame. The wizard thrust his hands forward and the column split into two, into four, soon divided into a dizzying infinity of spears wrought of scarlet fire. As Dev swept his hands out and around, the flaming shafts obediently surged forward to surround him with a stockade of burning magic. The flames danced and shifted, now hiding the wizard, now revealing him exulting in his power.
‘It’s not so difficult to catch the bastard’s eye!’ The bald mage wheeled around and made as if to throw something. One of the incandescent shafts of fire soared high into the sky.
Kheda watched the flaming lance shoot straight as an arrow towards a shadow falling out of the brilliant sun. Dev’s magic exploded into a shower of glittering fragments as the dragon met the missile with a blast of blazing breath. It swooped across the scarred island, the clap of its wings like thunder.
Kheda crouched impotently within the wilted circle of nut palms as the leaves rattled and shivered beneath the massive beast’s passing. The breath was frozen in his chest, blood pulsing in his temp
les. Risala scrabbled for his hand and he gripped her fingers tight.
‘Any time you’re ready, Velle,’ bellowed Dev hoarsely. He sent another spear of flame hurtling up after the dragon, and another, and another. The great beast lashed at the first with its tail, shattering it into crimson shards. Wheeling around in midair, it smashed at the next with a forefoot, striking sparks with its claws as it cut the threat to pieces. Another blast of fiery breath melted the last into nothingness. With a deafening flap of its mighty wings it soared high into the sky, roaring with exultation.
Velindre stood remote and isolated in the midst of the whirling column of dust. The shaft of sapphire light encased her now, magic flowing unceasing into the painful, seductive blue-whiteness hovering between her hands. In the instant before the entrancing brightness overwhelmed Kheda’s sight, he saw the individual bones of her hands dark against the radiance. Then he had to look away or be blinded. As he rubbed his watering eyes, a shadow momentarily darkened the shaft of light from sapphire to slatey blue as the great fire dragon circled around it. It made as if to strike at the magic with its mighty tail but recoiled before the blow landed, tumbling through the sky, wings ungainly and uncoordinated. Seeing its pale underbelly exposed, Dev sent spear after spear of blazing light at the creature. For an instant, Kheda caught his breath in sudden hope. Scarlet was spreading in the angle between the dragon’s foreleg and breast. It faded and Kheda realised with a chill that it was Dev’s magic fading away. The sorcerous shafts had merely shattered on the dragon’s impervious scales. The fire dragon landed at the far end of the islet with a thud that made the whole rock shudder. It crouched, then rose up to stand tall on its massive legs. Long neck extended, it moved its head from side to side, making an untroubled survey of this new challenge. Ignoring Velindre, still frozen within her wizardry, the great beast stalked towards Dev. The barbarian mage’s defences continued to weave their dance around him. Now he was also ringed by a channel of molten rock, but the gaps between the blazing shafts were becoming wider. Earl cast of a blazing lance had thinned his fiery stockade. With a sweep of his hand, the bald mage brought all the shimmering flames together to form a wall of fire between himself and the great creature. The dragon advanced until its blunt snout was almost touching the blazing bather. Then it paused, its claws grating on the grey rock.
Has it seen us? Surely not. The wizards are between us and it. They’re its enemy. So what do we do when it has killed both of them? What will it do to us?
With a furious bellow, the dragon reared up on its hindquarters and began tearing at the fiery wall with its foreclaws. It ripped away great gouts of flame, tossing scarlet fragments into the air. Dev stepped backwards, gesturing as he sought to recapture his magic. His mouth was open, but his words were lost beneath the deafening roar of the incensed dragon. Some of the blazing wreckage spun backwards at his command, thrusting itself into the widening gaps. More escaped his frantic efforts, plummeting into the sea to be lost in a flare of vapour or soaring high to evaporate in the turbulent sky. However hard the wizard worked, the dragon was ripping away the bather faster than he could repair it.
Where is this dragon that the magetvoman promised us? Isn’t Dev her friend? Surely she won’t let him die?
But Velindre was still standing motionless within the sapphire core of the spiral of whirling dust. Kheda looked up to see clouds gathering high, high above, where the uppermost winds were pierced by the needle of Velindre’s magic. Risala screamed as the great dragon tore apart the last scraps of Dev’s defences and pounced.
Kheda felt a yell torn from his own throat as a massive flash of lightning struck the rock. A great concussion knocked him and Risala both back against the blasted nut palms. He scrambled up to crouch among the smoking remnants of the palms’ stubby trunks and scrubbed at his eyes to clear his dazzled vision. Both wizards had vanished. Now there were two dragons facing each other across the empty rock.
The newcomer’s scales were white, the pure white of towering clouds beneath a brilliant sun. Pale blue-grey shadowed the angles between its lithe legs and rangy body, the colour of high, fine cloud against an early morning sky. The spines raked along its back and down the length of its whipping tail were translucent as ice, shimmering with untamed magic. The creature extended its wings slowly, the fine membranes touched with gold like the glow the sun might cast against a fine haze of twilight cloud. Wings bating, the cloud dragon stood tall on its hind legs and hissed a challenge, clawed forefeet extended. Its knifelike talons were bright with the iridescence of a cloud passing before a full moon. Its teeth shone moon-white in its long, lean mouth, flickering tongue the palest blue. Narrow and cunning, its eyes blazed with sapphire fire.
The fire dragon waited, motionless, weight balanced on all four feet, wings half-furled against its sides. Its red—
gold flanks were dusted with grime thrown up from the scarred grey rock, coppery claws dull with soot. It sank down until its pale gold belly flattened against the ground, mouth half-open, running its scarlet tongue around its white teeth. All the while it kept its liquid ruby eyes fixed on the newcomer and the crimson scales fanning around its head bristled. Only its tail moved, a ripple slowly passing down the great muscular length of it, twitching the ridged spike at the tip to and fro.
So this must be it. What can I learn here, to pass on to the future, in the unlikely event that I get out of here alive?
Kheda studied both dragons with the dispassionate curiosity born of a calm beyond terror. He began to notice some differences. The cloud dragon was pristine, untouched by age or strife. The fire dragon showed evidence of a life lived hard. Several of the thick scales that armoured its backbone were ragged with broken edges. The ridges of the spike of its tail showed nicks and gouges. Further up its tail, the regular pattern of its red-gold hide was interrupted by darker, smaller scales. A similar scar marred the hindquarter closest to Kheda. One of the claws on that foot was snapped off short and the rest were chipped.
As the fire dragon opened its mouth a little wider, Kheda noted that its teeth were as white as he remembered but lacking the unsullied brilliance of the cloud dragon’s maw. The fire dragon’s fangs were more ivory in hue and, towards the back of the creature’s mouth, slightly-stained. One was missing, leaving a bloody hole in the dragon’s jaw where a new tooth was just beginning to appear. Its coppery lip was torn there and the creature’s scarlet tongue kept returning to run lightly over the sore spot. Where the cloud dragon was light and lithe, full of energy, the fire dragon’s movements were slower and more calculated. It was bigger and heavier. Older, Kheda realised, and somehow wiser. Its eyes were different from the cloud dragon’s. The white beast’s sapphire gaze shone with ferocity, pure and simple. The fire dragon’s eyes burned with cunning as well as aggression. It bided its time, weighing up its opponent, waiting for this challenger to make the first move.
The cloud dragon sprang aloft and in the same lithe movement ducked its alabaster head to send a cloud of white vapour at the fire dragon. The red dragon was gone before the freezing breath struck, not into the air but springing forward to the spot the cloud dragon had just vacated. Behind it, the rock cracked and split, blackened craters rimed with frost defying the tropical heat.
Long neck outstretched, the fire dragon breathed a torrent of scarlet flame up at the cloud dragon’s belly. The white dragon shot upwards but the blaze just reached it, catching its trailing tail. The icy spike clouded and dark blue oozed between the white scales. The creature screamed in outrage and turned to dive before abruptly thinking better of that tactic. It shot away sideways barely in time to avoid meeting a second furnace blast full in the face. Recovering with startling speed, it reversed direction to send another cloud of its own freezing breath to envelop its foe.
This time the fire dragon did spread its wings and take to the sky, leaving the icy mist to roll harmlessly across the sloping rock and tumble to the sea below. The cloud dragon shot straight for the red dragon, wings be
ating, neck outstretched, mouth agape in a lethal snarl. It vanished in a ball of fire, not exhaled by the fire dragon but simply bursting out of the empty air to envelop the white beast. The blazing sphere contracted like the pulse of a beating heart. It shattered outwards, riven by countless bolts of lightning. The cloud dragon was revealed, white scales scorched blue-black around the edges and wing membranes blistered, raw patches oozing cobalt blood. The creature seemed oblivious of its injuries, still intent on attacking the fire dragon hanging impossibly in the air before it.
It was impossible: the real dragon wasn’t there to be attacked. The freezing blast of the cloud dragon’s breath merely enveloped a shimmering apparition wrought of the fire dragon’s own magic. Appearing out of the air behind the white dragon, it sank the coppery claws of one forefoot into the meaty flesh of the cloud dragon’s haunch, just above its tail. Flames burst from the wound and crawled across the cloud dragon’s hindquarter. The creature writhed and twisted, snapping at the fire dragon in agony. The fire dragon ripped its claws free and slashed at the cloud dragon’s eyes. The white beast recoiled just in time but still suffered a deep gash across its muzzle. I .aching out with its tail, it caught the fire dragon in the belly, more by luck than intent. The fire dragon was knocked off balance just long enough for the cloud dragon to flee, the frantic beat of its wings shattering the air.
Bruise-coloured purple blood oozed from the wide gash in its back to trickle down its tail as it shot straight up into the sky. The fire dragon chased it with a startling turn of speed and found itself enveloped in a smothering fog whipped up from the warm sea below. The vapour glowed briefly from within and evaporated to reveal the fire dragon turning its head in all directions, searing the sky with its fiery breath as it searched for its enemy.
The cloud dragon was high above and seized its chance, folding its wings close to fall through the air, all four feet extended below, talons shining in the sunlight. It landed full on the fire dragon’s back and dug in its claws, twisting its head down and around, intent on sinking its teeth into the back of the other creature’s head. It failed and tried again but found it could make little impression on the shield of rugged, solid scales.
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