DRAGON!: Book One: Stealing the egg.

by LeRoy Clary

  Blackie moved to the bow and cowered, watching the paddle splashing water inside with malice. Every time the paddle moved to the other side the dragon snarled at it. Another time the actions would have brought a smile to Gareth.

  A quick look over his shoulder found no pursuit.

  Cinder dropped from the sky and spit onto the boats remaining on the shore.

  Tom would be along shortly, one way or another. Even now he probably raced to find a route around the area of black slime or a way to pass through it. In no time, he’d find the river and try to follow. There were other undamaged boats nearby.

  “What now?” he asked the voice in his mind.

  *You did well, my boy. Now it is up to you. I’ll protect your back. Drakesport is ahead, and you’ll reach it before dark if you paddle hard. A man named Eiger will be waiting for you downriver, in the center, in a small boat with a green sail. I have used him before. He’ll have a package for you. For his safety, do not speak with him. He knows nothing and is only a messenger doing my bidding. Inside the package, you will find clothing, food, and a small amount of silver and copper coin.*

  Gareth put his back into the paddle. “How did you arrange that?”

  *Another time and we’ll discuss that. For now, you must escape all you know and everyone you know. Including me, I’m thinking. Use the money to buy passage on any of the ships in Drakesport, as long as it sails with tonight’s tide.*

  “You are not going to influence me about where to go? Or try to convince me to come see you in your mountain retreat?”

  *When the time is right, if it ever is, we will meet. There’s plenty of time for us to get to know each other via our mind-talk, but trust should be foremost on your mind. You need to travel to where you are safe, and all good things will follow. You and Blackie must have time to grow together, physically and mentally. It takes time for the bond you share to mature.*

  The banks of the river looked so far away it might have been a lake. A few boats moved in the distance, but none nearby, and none seemed to be moving in his direction. When Gareth spotted any boat directly ahead, he changed direction to pass as far away as possible but maintained his speed with the paddle. He overtook two boats, both moving slowly. Choosing a canoe had been the right choice. His paddling improved. The canoe pointed ahead more than it slewed.

  Gareth said, “I think you should know that I don’t like that little dragon of mine. He eats everything, and he stinks. Most of the time his skin is coated with dried blood, or worse.”

  Laughter filled his mind. He paddled steady, figuring out the way to steer the canoe as he made mistakes and over-corrected. The laughter bothered him until he realized his views were probably the norm instead of the exception. By nature, dragons stank and most people found them offensive.

  *There are unfinished items to discuss and we can accomplish a few while you paddle. I have worked on a few items you need to know about. Your friend Faring, back in your village of Dun Mare, has been told of your basic circumstances and that you are safe. He misses you and asked for that information to be passed along. He is pleased you survived your encounter with the black female but added that he somehow had the feeling you might. I started a new business venture two days ago that may interest you. I buy fine leathers and skins at premium prices and resell them in several coastal cities for huge profits. The tannery in Dun Mare supplies many of the skins. It is again working at full capacity.*

  Gareth was speechless.

  *Your friend Tom will find himself with a new fishing boat and a tidy profit after you are safely situated. While his intentions were not completely honest with you, he did help you survive. His direction and knowledge probably saved your life more than once. Do you object to him profiting in this manner?*

  “Tom will chase after me, you know. Until stopped. His motives were self-centered and while he may have liked me, at least, a little, we only knew each other a few days. Most of that time he deceived me with his phony accent and his own agenda.”

  *All true, yet you evaded my question.*

  “I know. At a minimum, he should be paid back for his fishing boat and other losses. Profit beyond that justifies his lies and deception. Replace only his boat and losses.”

  *So you do hold some resentment in your heart. I find that a good thing. Tell me your ideas about your king, the Brotherhood, and Sisterhood, please.*

  Small cabins and larger buildings lined both sides of the river. Piers, docks, and moored boats became common. Drakesport must be close. Gareth started watching for the boat with the green sail. “I admit to holding anger with all three. Now that I’ve had time to consider, maybe that anger needs to be understood and evaluated by me. I’m not sure how much is misplaced.” Gareth paused as he shifted positions and checked to make sure the dragon was asleep and well. “The King is doing what he believes is best for his subjects. The Brotherhood travels the nine kingdoms and passes on information beneficial to all. The Sisterhood cares for the creatures, especially working with farmers. Each has a purpose.”

  *The idea that you understand so much in such a short time shames me. In my youth, I knew none of it. You are truly exceptional.*

  “I see a small boat ahead. There is a green sail.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Slow movement of a pair of long oars kept the small sailboat motionless in the center of the river. The green sail hung slack. Only the slow current gently moved the boat. Gareth headed directly for it. As he approached, the eyes of the man seated in the stern looked glazed, unseeing as if blind, but Gareth doubted that was the case. When the canoe bumped against the hull of the sailboat, the man let the handles of the oars loose and reached for a brown canvas bag stored at his feet. Wordlessly, he passed it to Gareth, without ever looking at him.

  *Go now,* the familiar voice in his mind ordered.

  Gareth sat the bag near his knees in the bottom of the canoe and pushed off. He paddled without opening the bag or passing a word between him and the other. Eiger was the name of the sailor. He knew it, but not that of the man he trusted his escape and his life with. “Your name? Not having a name to call you by drives me crazy. I know your dragon’s name, and even that of the man in the boat that I can’t speak to, but not yours.”

  *Have you considered a possible destination?*

  “No. Any ship sailing far away will do if it leaves tonight before Tom gets here to stop me. I need your help in learning to control my mind so others cannot follow me. I also need time to think about all that’s happened and what I will do in the future. But there are flaws in my plan, and I have to resolve them, too.”

  Laughter flooded his mind. *One of them being that you cannot hide from me? You’ve figured that out?*

  “Exactly. First, Cinder can follow any ship from a distance so far away I cannot see him, but with his fantastic eyesight, you can watch me through him. Second, you can look into my mind and tell where I am.”

  *You will learn to lock me from your mind, in time. You will also lock out any others. Teaching you to keep your thoughts to yourself is a skill you’ll learn within a month’s cycle, I’m sure.*

  On his left, the riverbank now extended docks and piers jutting out like dozens of misshapen fingers. Ships sat moored to most. Activity bustled with the offloading and loading of cargo, repairs, and refitting. Gareth paddled for the center of activity and noticed one pier where men stood ready at massive bollards to slip the ropes on a three-mast ship. The ship stood tall, was in good repair, and looked capable of sailing anywhere. The canoe’s bow touched the dock. Gareth opened the bag he’d been given at the sailboat. Food and clothing, and on top, a small leather purse. He pulled the purse strings and poured copper, silver, and six gold coins of various sizes into his palm. The coins went back into the purse. He scooped the sleeping dragon into his left arm and tossed the bag over his right shoulder.

  Running across the dock to the side of the ship he cupped his hands and called, “May I speak to the captain?”

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p; A man prowling the deck, arms folded across his chest, paused. A white beard hung to his chest. He looked down at Gareth with a scowl. “I have a full crew, so go find work on another ship.”

  “I do not search for work.”

  “What is it you want?”

  “Passage, sir.”

  The man spat and waited as he examined Gareth. All eyes of those on the ships paused long enough to catch a glimpse of Gareth and his dragon. “Have you two large silvers for the fare?”

  “I do.”

  “Is that a dragon I see in your arms?”

  “It is.”

  “Add a small silver to your cost for all the food that monster is going to devour. I’ve had my share of dragons on board, so I know what they eat. Also, you’ll commit to keeping him restrained, and any damage he causes will be at your expense.”

  Gareth decided another silver might be a cheap price to pay for Blackie’s appetite. “Agreed. I’ll pay the extra silver.”

  “Then you both shall have passage to the Carnal Islands. Welcome aboard the good ship Sea Maiden.” He turned and shouted, “Drop that aft gangway for them, you slackers. Get a move on, we still have a tide to catch.”

  The instant the gangway touched the dock Gareth hustled up it. In short order, he found himself in a tiny cabin near the stern assigned to him, along with orders not to interfere with the crew of the ship. A steward explained the rules in short bursts of talk. His time on deck was restricted to a morning stroll near his cabin. Time at the rail was restricted to after meals. All food came to him on a tray. Served by the steward, a boy younger than Faring. A second tray would hold piles of kitchen scraps for the dragon. Gareth would handle his own chamber pot or pay an additional copper to the steward.

  Fascinated, Gareth watched the ship’s departure from a small porthole in his cabin while Blackie explored every nook and cranny. Gareth kept a strict watch on the river for Tom and the men he’d rallied to follow him, but the river remained empty. Once clear of the port, the river current carried the ship out into the ocean, where sails were set, and the wind became their friend.

  Gareth allowed a long breath of relief to escape, the first in days. He might even get to sleep at night, for a welcome change. Only those few on the pier may have noticed him as he ran from canoe to ship, but in all probability, only a few dock workers had even seen him. That left few tongues to wag when Tom asked his questions. Only those on the ship knew of him, and they sailed with him. Until the ship returned to Drakesport, nobody would know his destination.

  He opened his mind. “I have booked passage on a ship headed for the Carnal Islands.”

  No answer.

  Gareth tried making contact again after the evening meal. Unsuccessful, he climbed into small the hammock and fell asleep with the swaying of the ship. He woke in the depths of the night to find the dragon also in the tiny hammock crowding him for space. No night whispers stirred him. He woke again when a persistent knock sounded at his cabin door. Light streamed in through the small porthole. The steward stood at the door, holding breakfast balanced in a bowl with one hand, and a tray of meat scraps in the other. The steward handed the second tray to Gareth and backed off a step before Blackie attacked the food. Evidently he’d also dealt with young dragons, too.

  Gareth accepted the bowl of pottage and hardtack biscuits. He hadn’t eaten for more than a day, and he attacked the food as eagerly as Blackie. The eyes of the steward watched both. Gareth asked, “Ever been to the Carnal Islands?”

  “Three times, sir.”

  “Tell me about them.”

  The steward stumbled and stuttered, watching them devour their meals. “Well, they’re islands way down south where it’s warm all year around. They get a lot of rain so everything’s green. They grow spices and exotic fruit, there. Lots of fish to eat. Only a few towns and villages. One main port city called Brown Horse. Not many ships go there, ‘cept for us, of course.”

  A city called Brown Horse. “Sounds perfect,” Gareth said, as he thought of Dun Mare. A dun mare is a brown horse. Perfect.

  “It does?” the steward asked, still watching the pile of meat and fat disappear inside the dragon with slurping, tearing and bones crunching. “Where does it put it all?”

  “Blackie’s just a chick. Full grown he’ll be half the size of this ship so he eats like a . . . Well, like a dragon.”

  The tray empty, Blackie raised his head and shrieked in satisfaction. The ship’s steward slipped out the door, complexion pale white.

  Gareth opened his mind again. “Are you there?”

  *Yes, I am. I saw through Cinder’s eyes that your ship departed safely. Hopefully, all is well with you and little Blackie.*

  “The money you provided paid for passage, and with the gold coins, I expect there is enough to live on at least a year. How do I ever thank you?”

  *No need for that. If you run out, let me know, and there is more. Over the years, I’ve managed to secure quite a sum of gold, bowls full of gemstones, and other wealth. I have little use for it, these days. All I need is my home in my valley, my garden for food, a little sunshine in the afternoon for my nap, and all of that is free.*

  “You sound like a happy man.”

  *Helping others makes me happy, I guess. Part of the job. I have more good news for you.*

  “About Tom?”

  *Him too. Let us discuss him first. He arrived at the docks near dawn, far too late to follow you. He is asking about your destination, no way to prevent that, but I believe he is going back to fish the Dunsmuir Sea. He found a very nice fishing boat waiting for him in Drakesport and a message from you. It explained that if he will forget about you, the boat is his. Also, you will forget about exercising any revenge on him. Since I was not able to be there personally, Cinder handled the negotiations.* Laughter sounded, booming like it rolled from a large drum.

  “There is other news?”

  *Oh yes, there is one other minor item that may hold some interest for you. Through a series of inquiries, enough to mentally wear on me, I found the location of your parents. Both are in good health, and you have three siblings.*

  “My mother and father? How?”

  *How does not matter. Without your permission, I took the liberty of booking them passage to the Carnal Islands on a ship to depart for Brown Horse in eleven days unless you tell me different.*

  The words were like a veil slipping between their conversation and unreality. He had no parents. None. He lived on Odd’s farm in Dun Mare. Until five or six days ago he had nothing. Nobody. Now, this voice booming inside his head told him he had a family? He didn’t respond. His thinking was like a spilled can of worms, writhing and wiggling as they escaped. A few breaths later he managed to ask, “They’re going to meet me at the end of this voyage?”

  The gleeful laughter transformed to friendly warmth *Of course. What kind of parents wouldn’t want to see their eldest son who has been missing for so many years? Anyhow, you also have two younger brothers and a sister aged between the boys. They are all eager to meet you.*

  “How can I thank you for this? I don’t know what to say.”

  *If I managed to locate them so quickly, others can too. Family will be used against you by those seeking power and control, so you need to keep them close. Protect them. I have sent more gold with them. Build a home for the family, if not in the Carnal Islands, find another place. They are in danger because of you, so take good care of them.*

  “I will. You avoided telling me your name, again, you know. Don’t think I didn’t notice. I’m beginning to believe you’re avoiding that question for a reason I can’t fathom.”

  Laughter filled his mind. Not laughter in the normal sense or even in the mind-speaking sense. The laughter had turned gleeful and loud. *Can you think of any reason I might avoid such an obvious answer to your question?*

  “No, but whenever I ask, you either change the subject or laugh as if you find it funny.”

  *It does strike me funny, but remember
I indirectly told you my name when we first talked.* There were sparkles of laughter in the tone.

  “I don’t remember you ever telling me your name.”

  More laughter. *I mentioned that you are a younger me.*

  “I remember that,” Gareth said.

  *Well, I am called Gareth, too. As was my mentor, and his before that.*

  “I don’t understand.”

  *Gareth is a word from a language so old it’s no longer spoken, although there have been a line of Gareths from the time of that ancient language, and perhaps before then. Gareth means ‘caretaker’ and much more. Caretaker of all is more correct, I suppose. It is a title more than a name. You are not only a man named Gareth, but you will also be ‘the Gareth’ from my death until yours. Another will follow you.*

  “I don’t understand any of this.”

  *You will. A half century from now you may understand your duties and be ready to continue my work.*

  “A half century?”

  *Maybe more. Gareths and their dragons tend to live very long lives. On the other hand, there’s a lot to do when you’re keeping wars to a minimum and trying to do what’s best for the most people. It’s not an easy job, and you have the Brotherhood and Sisterhood to contend with, as well as a greedy king. You must guide them, as well as keep the rest of humanity satisfied. There are also the many kingdoms with kings wanting to make war and expand their holdings. You will learn to manage and control their desires.*

  “I can’t possibly do all those things.”

  *Not yet, but you will, Gareth. You will.*