I stopped dead when I first caught sight of the whole scene, and then really couldn’t move a second later when I realized what it was I was seeing. At about the time that I was going to sit down on the ground and make dopey chirping noises at them the way you might a litter of puppies, one of them peeled off and came straight up to me. I’m embarrassed to say that I no longer knew which blob it was I’d picked up at the end of that long bumpy weary terrifyingly thrilling windblown night, but he sure knew who it was had done the picking up of him. I did know he was a he, the way I’d known Lois was a she, and I knew why he’d come up to me once he had…well, because I knew.
As I started to kneel down to him it was like I could see the setting moon in his little red eyes, and for a moment I wasn’t standing in the hearth-space of Dragon Central, but outdoors in the Bonelands, and there was a cold gritty wind blowing, and then I wasn’t there either but standing by a dying dragon near Pine Tor…. If I learn a word for that knowing, I’ll put it in the dictionary. And with what he’s going to grow up to add to the conversation between dragons and humans, that dictionary may eventually be really worth having after all. Then I sat down and he hoicked into my lap, so like the way Lois used to, and I could feel the new little blob in my head that was this dragon, this dragonlet. And he said Rrrrrrrreeep. I mean, he said it, out loud, the way Lois used to. Dictionary here we come.
We’re going to do this, you know? This cross-species communication thing. We really are.
Well, you’ve had the baby dragons, and now I’ll give you the baby humans, and then I’m out of here. But like I said at the beginning—the real beginning, not just this epilogue—there’s some stuff I’m just not going to tell you. No way. Watching Martha’s and my baby get born is one of those things. No, there weren’t any complications, and Martha was in labor only about six hours, which everybody keeps telling me is short, but it didn’t feel short at the time. Sadie was brilliant. The dragons were brilliant. Martha was the most brilliant of all. And it happened all over again for Katie, and the look on Dad’s face…. And we’re all really happy, okay? This is the happy-ending part—I just hope it continues, like through the next book, since I think I’m going to have to write another one, and maybe a next one after that…. But life is just so amazing, and when you think it can’t get any more amazing it does, like when you hold your own baby for the first time, the world just stops, and you hang there in the very absolute center of the universe, and never mind Galileo and Newton and all those spoilsport scientists, you and your baby are the center of the universe for just that moment. And everything changes. And that’s the way it’s supposed to be, or it wouldn’t be that way.
Us humans have sure messed up a lot of stuff but we haven’t quite finished the job so maybe we can still unmess it a little. Maybe with some help from dragons. And Eleanor as president. Maybe in time for our babies to grow up into a slightly less comprehensively messed-up world. And, forgive my Latin, I can’t help myself, but I hope I’ve got the subjunctive right:
Madeline Sophia Mendoza
born 11 April, 4:25 A.M.
at Dragon Central
seven pounds six ounces
Donato Francis Mendoza
born 6 May, 5:10 P.M.
at Dragon Central
eight pounds nine ounces
Arcadiae vias peregrinentur
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