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[Hurog 01] - Dragon Bones

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by Patricia Briggs


  “My lord,” Kariarn greeted me with a smile, as if I’d come visiting rather than from a holding cell. “How kind of you to join us. You know Garranon, of course, but his lady doesn’t attend court, so you won’t have met Lady Allysaian.”

  His men parted until I could see that Garranon was indeed there, but he didn’t look happy about it. There was a bruise covering half of his face, and his hands were chained behind his back—unlike mine. The Oranstonian’s feet were chained tightly to his arms and each other so that if he walked, he’d only manage a stumbling shuffle. It was Stala’s recommended method of moving dangerous prisoners. Garranon must not approve of the use Kariarn was making of his keep. It made me feel curiously relieved that the man who’d taken Hurog from me was not a traitor to his country.

  At Garranon’s side stood a girl a little younger than I and only a bit taller than Ciarra. She was no beauty, clad as she was in a dirty, ripped court dress, but she held herself with such pride that it didn’t matter. She stood next to her husband without touching him, leaving no one in doubt of her allegiance, though she wore no chains herself.

  “Garranon,” chided Kariarn lightly, interrupting my thoughts, “don’t you have a greeting for our guest?”

  Garranon took in my chainless state in a glance and then he turned his eyes away, doubtless thinking me a traitor.

  “You’ll have to forgive him, Lord Wardwick,” said Kariarn. “He feels that his brother betrayed him, and it has made him somewhat bitter.”

  “Losing your lands can do that to you,” I replied pointedly after a moment’s hesitation. It seemed prudent to distance myself from someone Kariarn was treating like a dangerous enemy. Trading Jakoven for Kariarn might be like the chicken who exchanged the farmer’s dogs for a den of foxes, but it wouldn’t hurt for him to believe I was considering it.

  Kariarn smiled. “Just so. You are probably wondering why I’ve brought you here.” He addressed his remarks to Garranon as well as me.

  I inclined my head politely. The guardsmen who’d brought me watched closely, but I would never attack Kariarn until I knew Tosten was safe. Thinking about Tosten made me suddenly nervous about Bastilla’s absence.

  “Doubtless you intend to feed one of us to your monster and impress the Northlander,” stated Garranon’s wife in cool tones. She obviously liked Northlanders no more than she liked the Vorsag.

  Kariarn inclined his head to her. “Lady, I’m certain you’ll enjoy the show just as much.” He nodded to one of his men, who hurried out of the room. “You see, Garranon, your brother was of the mistaken opinion I was going to set him up as king of Oranstone. I had considered it, but he doesn’t have the ability to lead men. He had months here without you, while you played catamite with Jakoven, when he could have won the hearts of your people and your wife. Instead, he alienates everyone. If I put him in your place, your people would kill him as soon as I left.”

  It was not wise to admit he made promises he didn’t keep in front of me, to whom he also expected to make promises. But he was young, and he knew, because Bastilla knew, how badly I wanted Hurog.

  The grunting sounds of a struggle turned my attention to a doorway. Two of Kariarn’s men dragged Landislaw, bound much as Garranon was, into the room. Instead of bringing him to us, they took him to the center of the room and held him there.

  Kariarn’s eyes followed Landislaw’s progress, but he continued speaking. “Because of Landislaw’s inability to win over the people here, I’ll have to leave one of my generals in Buril now, and a good portion of a full army. Landislaw will have to pay for his bungling.”

  Kariarn wasn’t watching Garranon, so he didn’t see the Oranstonian open his mouth to speak. Garranon’s lady put a firm hand on his forearm and shook her head. Garranon closed his mouth without uttering a sound, but there was black hell in his eyes as he looked at his brother.

  The hall shook with that strange, reverberating cry I’d heard earlier. I shivered, and Kariarn saw me.

  He clapped a friendly hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry. My wizards have control of the beast. It takes two of them, but I have many.”

  On the tail end of his words, the two large doors flew open with a bang. Briefly, I could see the bailey grounds beyond, lit by the early-morning sun. A monumental form blocked the entire doorway briefly and then skittered into the great hall with a light motion that belied the creature’s size. It stopped motionless a full body length from the door, allowing us all to look our fill.

  It was as tall as Pansy in the shoulders, but most of its bulk was in length. Disregarding the size and a few other details, the basilisk looked a lot like the lizards that played in the king’s gardens at Estian. Green scales the size of my palm covered it from tip to tail. Emerald eyes blinked unconcernedly at us from the front of its head like predators everywhere, but lizardlike, the eyes didn’t appear to track in concert. Remembering Oreg’s words, I averted my eyes hastily from the creature’s and continued to study it.

  A braided band wrapped twice around its middle with black-painted runes obscuring the natural brown of leather—wizard’s work. Likely that was how they controlled the beast.

  Black horn spikes studded the forked tip of its tail and continued up the ridge of its back until they disappeared in the improbable ruff of scarlet feathers encircling its neck. A tongue as large as my arm flicked out of its mouth momentarily.

  I was so fascinated by the basilisk I almost didn’t see the two wizards who had entered in its wake. Like my father’s wizard, Kariarn’s affected the uniform dress of wizardkind: long beard, close-fitted tunic of black broadcloth, and brilliantly dyed panel skirts that swept the floor. Armsmen walked to either side of the wizards, holding them by the elbows to support their weight. If they were able to control the basilisk, it wasn’t without effort. A deep fear I’d held inside eased. These two would never be able to maintain such concentration during an actual battle, so Kariarn couldn’t use the basilisk without risking losing as many men as his enemy.

  “Direct its attention to its food,” commanded Kariarn.

  One of the men by the nearer wizard bent down to speak into the wizard’s ear. And the guards holding Landislaw turned their heads away from the beast.

  The basilisk turned toward Landislaw, who had closed his eyes and continued to struggle against the grip of the men who held him. Either their grip loosened when they turned away from him, or terror granted him extra strength, because Landislaw broke from his keepers and shuffled toward us on bound feet.

  “Garranon!” He cried.

  His brother made an attempt to go to him, but Kariarn’s guards gripped him.

  The basilisk moved suddenly, so fast that my eyes almost couldn’t track it. One moment it was near the door, the next it was beside Landislaw. The noise it made drew Landislaw’s attention. I knew the moment its gaze captured Garranon’s brother. He stopped moving as suddenly as if he were a puppet whose strings were cut.

  The basilisk kept one eye on its food and allowed the other to swivel over us. Only after the cold gaze passed over me did I realize I should have looked away, but it hadn’t been interested in more food. If I stood frozen, it was not from any magic of the basilisk’s gaze but from the knowledge that there was nothing I could do. Without a weapon, I stood no chance against the creature, not to mention Kariarn’s guards. With my brother captive, I could not throw away my life. But standing there was the hardest thing I’d ever done in my life.

  Apparently reassured it wouldn’t have to fight any of us for its dinner, the basilisk butted Landislaw with its jaw, knocking him over. It opened its mouth to reveal small, triangular teeth no larger than a dog’s. Swiveling its head, it engulfed Landislaw’s upper body, and then the reptilian nose jerked upward, forcing the limp man to slide into its maw.

  One of the guards who’d been holding Landislaw turned to the side and began vomiting helplessly. Landislaw wasn’t dead. Held by the basilisk’s terrible magic, he would be slowly digested while he yet lived.


  I’d never liked Landislaw, but no one deserved that.

  “What happens to the chains?” I asked in a casual tone. I was counting on the dimness of the hall hiding my paleness.

  Kariarn’s eyebrow raised in reaction to my casual tone. “It vomits up the hard tissues after a few days.”

  “Like an owl,” I said, holding my voice level. Never let the enemy know what scares you. I kept my gaze on Kariarn’s face, not wanting to witness Garranon’s pain. “Where did you find out how to control it?”

  Kariarn smiled as if he’d found a soul mate. If I could convince him of it . . . My plan was half formed at best, the better to accommodate the changing situation.

  “The Cholynn was very helpful. She is tired of Tallvenish rule. Without Jakoven, the Cholytes could take over and run the whole country. Her order has libraries that date back to the time of the Empire, and she has sent me several mages—though none as useful as Bastilla has proved.”

  “Why did you bring me here to see this?” I asked.

  “Bastilla thought you might be interested in my stone dragon, since Hurog was once the home to dragons.” He smiled suddenly. “Do you know that the emperors had dragons in their service? I am the first since the ancient times to own a dragon.”

  He was the first what? Emperor? He did not have his empire yet.

  I nodded thoughtfully. “Tell me, Your Highness, how do you intend to return Hurog to me?” There was no need to fake my feelings for my home; doubtless even the impassive-faced soldiers heard my lust.

  Kariarn laughed, “Directly to business. Why the change of heart?”

  “You expect me to lose face before my brother? Eventually, he’ll come around to the idea that I did it to save Hurog. But it will take time for him to adjust. I know the Tallvenish king will never return her to me, and I have little love left for him after he killed my cousin. My question is: What is your price?”

  “Nothing you cannot pay,” he said quickly, afraid his fish would slip the hook. “You will give me loyalty and taxes as you now do to Tallven.”

  “I’ve made vows to Tallven,” I said letting the thought trouble my brow as if I’d just realized what accepting Kariarn’s help would mean. “A Hurog does not break vows.”

  “No one holds to vows that are already broken,” he said. “Jakoven Tallven broke the bonds his ancestors forged with Hurog so many years when he stole Hurog from you on a whim. You owe him nothing.”

  I let my jaw harden as he spoke, then widened my eyes and let them go soft and sad. “He did. Just as he allowed your armies to ravage Oranstone after he took away their means to defend themselves. Such a man does not deserve to be king.”

  “How easily you give away your honor, boy,” said Garranon. His voice was thick with tears and anger.

  “How dare you speak of honor to me!” I roared in my father’s best manner. “You took away my Hurog, and why? So that your traitorous little brother could escape Ciernack’s slap on the wrist? A punishment your brother well deserved. Perhaps if you let him accept the responsibility for his actions just once, he wouldn’t have ended here. I will not hear talk of honor from Jakoven’s whore.” I wanted Garranon and his lady to escape tonight with Oreg and Tosten. With luck, Kariarn would never believe I’d lifted a single finger to help them.

  “Take Lord Garranon and the lady back to their previous quarters,” ordered Kariarn sharply.

  Garranon narrowed his eyes at me, his anger a smoldering flame that momentarily blotted out the terrible agony in his eyes. His voice was a whisper that carried through the room. “Unlike you, my brother was no traitor. He owed no oath to Jakoven, and he wanted freedom for his people. He was guilty of stupidity and shortsightedness. You add greed to his list of faults. I hope I live long enough to see you feed the basilisk.”

  He caught my gaze as tightly as ever the basilisk could, holding my eyes until the guardsmen dragged him from the room.

  Kariarn patted my arm. “You are no traitor. Jakoven is no king of Shavig or Oranstone. A real king protects his people.”

  I tilted my chin up and turned back to the king of Vorsag. “You are right.” I said decisively. “No king who deserves that name would do so little to protect his people. Now, what are you going to do about Hurog, and why are you interested in it? Hurog has no wealth.”

  “No, but she has great power. And I’m not speaking of just the dragon bones. Ciernack tells me that when your uncle defied the king after he killed your cousin, all of Shavig marched to his tune.”

  “Well, of course.” I said as if it hadn’t surprised me to hear of it. “Hurog is a proud name in Shavig.” I let the thought collect visibly. “Oh, I see. Through me you’ll control Shavig. But that won’t work if they know that you put me in control. Shavigmen don’t like the Vorsag.”

  Kariarn smiled. “I knew you were smarter than Landislaw. What if we make you the rescuer of Hurog? Defending her from her foes. We’ll kill your uncle, and then you’ll return and take his men, driving us out of Hurog—after I get the dragon bones.”

  “And welcome to them,” I said in an absent but truthful tone. The dragon was dead, and it was the living I had to protect. “But do we have to kill my uncle?”

  “He took Hurog from you, Ward. He deserves no mercy.”

  I took in a deep breath, as if steeling myself to a difficult task. “You’re right. Yes, I’ll do it. But what about my brother? I won’t have him killed.”

  “That’s not necessary—if you can convince him to follow your lead.”

  I nodded. “I think I can bring him around.”

  THEY CLEANED AND BANDAGED the arm Penrod had wounded before the guardsmen escorted me ever so courteously back to my cell. Even the locking of the door was done with an apologetic air. They did not reattach me to the wall. The cell had been cleaned while I was gone; stale, musty straw was replaced by fresh, flower-scented rushes.

  Tosten was sitting in the corner of the room, his knees up and his head buried against them. The light from the small window high over our heads didn’t let me see much more. I’d been consumed with my private guilt, having watched a man die without lifting a finger to prevent it; but my brother’s state pushed that to the background.

  “Tosten?” I asked. But he didn’t look up.

  “Bastilla healed him,” said Oreg from behind me. He startled me, but it was as much the anger in his voice as the sudden appearance.

  “She crawled inside my mind,” Tosten whispered. “I couldn’t keep her out. She stole my soul, and I couldn’t stop her.”

  Frightened, I looked at Oreg, who shook his head and said, “No one stole your soul, Tosten. You can give it away, but they cannot steal it, not even by ruse.”

  “Gods,” Tosten moaned.

  I put a hand on his shoulder.

  He stopped rocking and looked up at me. “What happened to you?”

  My mind flashed back to the basilisk, and I swallowed bile. “Is there anyone listening?” I asked Oreg.

  He tilted his head a moment. “Not by magic.”

  “Kariarn took me to watch his basilisk eat Landislaw whole. It just engulfed him, like a snake eating a mouse.” Even saying it made me feel ill.

  “Why didn’t he chain you up again?” asked Tosten, who knew who Landislaw was but had never met him, leaving him unmoved to the boy’s fate.

  “Because he wants Shavig, and he thinks Hurog will sway the other Northlanders, something we may have to thank Duraugh for,” I answered, glad to change the subject. Much better to worry about Kariarn then to continue to think about Landislaw slowly dissolving inside the basilisk. “Give me a few moments to think.”

  They were silent as I ran through possibilities in my head.

  There was a game that my aunt taught me to play once. It involved taking a skip-stone board and imagining all the possible combinations of play.

  Kariarn was leaving for Hurog very soon, and Garranon and his wife would be dead before Kariarn left: He could not afford to leave the Lo
rd of Buril alive. So Oreg would have to get them out of the keep.

  Kariarn’s abrupt delay of his plans for Oranstone after Bastilla brought us here puzzled me. Kariarn couldn’t have had a better setup to take Oranstone. But Haverness might discover Kariarn’s people here anytime. And Kariarn was going to risk that in order to get dragon bones out of Hurog?

  Obsessions, I thought, this is all about obsessions. Kariarn wanted magic more than he wanted Oranstone. “What will he do with the bones?”

  “Bastilla thinks drinking powdered dragon bones could make her the most powerful wizard alive,” said Tosten. “She was gloating over it.”

  “What would it do for someone who could not work magic?” I asked.

  “It could turn him into a mage for a time,” answered Oreg. “But he’d have to continue consuming the bones to keep his powers. Eventually, it would kill him.”

  “Oreg, if you were at Hurog, could you keep the wizards from finding the dragon?” I asked. “Bastilla left a strand of hair in the cave.”

  “Possibly,” he said. “How many wizards does he have?”

  “How many could you defeat?”

  “If I were in the keep, I could keep three or four of Bastilla’s caliber out for a few days. If I could find her hair and get rid of it, much longer.”

  “Could you destroy the dragon bones?” I asked.

  He shook his head. “No.”

  I nodded and dropped back into thought.

  “Ward? Why did Bastilla have Penrod try to kill you?” asked Tosten. “She knew Kariarn wanted the bones, and you were the best way to get them.”

  “What?” asked Oreg.

  I hadn’t had time to think about it, but Tosten was right. It was strange. I told Oreg about Penrod’s attack and how my brother had saved me.

  I thought about the odd look I’d seen on Bastilla’s face in Haverness’s great hall while I’d been laughing with Tisala and of her reaction when I’d explained why I could not be her lover. Had she been so angry with me that she would risk Kariarn’s wrath to kill me?

 

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