With a Single Spell loe-2

by Lawrence Watt-Evans

The eastward trend to their travels was Peren’s idea; he had pointed out that the mountains in this direction were more rugged, providing more places for a dragon to hide and probably discouraging dragon hunters. Tobas had had some misgivings about the idea of intentionally taking a harder route, but had secretly thought the increased difficulty might convince the others to abandon the quest all the sooner and look for some safer way to make their fortunes. He could, of course, have struck out on his own, but he had no confidence in his ability to survive alone in such unfamiliar and unfriendly terrain; he preferred to stay with the others.

  He was particularly worried because every house, hut, or cottage they had come across so far had been a burned-out ruin, far too many for coincidence. The dragon had certainly been in this area at some time and did, indeed, breathe fire; no other explanation made sense. Tobas had no intention of taking a chance on meeting the monster single-handed, and for that reason alone he was determined to stay with the group.

  Two days earlier they had caught sight of another party wandering about, five people on foot atop the next ridge over; that had, they all agreed, almost certainly been another group of dragon hunters. Tobas had hoped someone would suggest that the two groups join forces, but no one had; he had been on the verge of saying something himself, when he realized that the other party was moving almost directly away and was already out of sight, making it unlikely that any attempts to catch them would succeed.

  That had been their only encounter with other people since losing sight of Dwomor Keep.

  “I doubt we’re in Dwomor anymore,” Peren remarked as they clambered onward across the slope beneath the cliff, out of the sheltering pines onto an expanse of bare rock.

  Elner demanded, “What are you talking about?” He stopped climbing, forcing Peren, behind him, to stop as well.

  “I don’t think we’re in Dwomor anymore,” Peren repeated. “The Lord Chamberlain said that most of the higher peaks are across the border in Aigoa, and we’re pretty far up now. We haven’t seen any ruins since this morning.”

  “But the dragon is in Dwomor!” Elner said.

  “Who says it is?” Peren replied. “It’s been attacking people in Dwomor, but that doesn’t mean it lives there!”

  Tobas, who had paused and turned back to listen, added, “Dragons aren’t much on boundaries, as I understand it.”

  “What do you know about dragons?” Elner demanded. “I thought you only knew fire-magic! That’s what you keep saying!”

  “That’s the only magic I know,” Tobas retorted. “But I do have a little common sense, which you obviously don’t! Just how would you know any more about dragons than I do?”

  “I know enough. Listen, Wizard, if you know so much, why don’t you tell us some of it? Who are you really, anyway, and what are you doing here?”

  “I told you who I am, Tobas Dabran’s son, of Telven. I’m here for the same reason we all are, to make my fortune.”

  “I never heard of Telven,” Elner shouted. “I say you’re some old wizard in disguise here to trick us somehow. Maybe this dragon’s a pet of yours, and you’re going to feed us all to it!”

  “I’m not in disguise,” Tobas said, startled out of his annoyance by the accusation.

  “Well, I never saw any wizard who looked like you before, with those grubby peasant clothes and that stupid face!”

  “And I never saw an idiot who looked like you, but it’s pretty plain you’re an idiot of the first order! Who do you think I am, then, if I’m not what I say I am?”

  “I told you, you’re some famous, powerful wizard playing games with us.”

  “If I were a famous, powerful wizard, why in the world would I be climbing over these damned rocks and cutting my hands up? I’d fly over them! A wizard needs his hands to work his spells, you know; if I had any choice, I’d take better care of mine!”

  “Oh, your poor hands! How do we know you’re not healing them as you go and just casting an illusion of the cuts and bruises?”

  “I can’t do that!”

  “How do we know that? All we have is your word!” “What more do you want? Why won’t you believe what you see?”

  “Because I can’t imagine what a young wizard is doing hunting dragons, instead of sitting at home selling love potions!”

  “Because I don’t know any love potions, you idiot! My master died before he taught me anything useful!”

  This outburst of honesty was answered by a long moment of silence, broken at last by Arden, who had come back to hear the argument, asking, “Really?”

  “Really!” Tobas said, relieved to have the whole truth out at last. “His heart gave out before he’d taught me anything but some simple fire-magic.”

  “Oh,” Elner said. He sat down on a stone to consider this. “That’s all you know?”

  “That’s all I know.”

  “We never thought of that,” Arden said. “I know you said you weren’t much of a wizard, but we figured that anyone who finished an apprenticeship would be able to make a living without hunting dragons like this, so we didn’t believe you. We thought you were some old man in disguise, playing tricks on us. That’s why we didn’t want you along at first.”

  Elner nodded. “And we thought you enchanted the king into sending you with us. We did what you wanted so as not to anger you.”

  “Oh,” Tobas said, too dumbfounded to say more. He, too, sat down.

  “I wasn’t sure,” Peren said as he joined Tobas and Elner in sitting. “But it seemed safer to cooperate.”

  “Oh,” Tobas said again.

  Another moment of silence ensued. “But I let Peren choose the route,” Tobas said at last.

  Elner shrugged. “We thought either it didn’t matter, or he had happened to pick the direction you wanted to go.”

  “No,” Tobas said. “I didn’t care.”

  “So you don’t know if the dragon is anywhere around here?” Arden asked, still standing.

  “No, I don’t,” Tobas said. Arden accepted this with mild disappointment and, having said his piece, wandered off ahead. The other three remained sitting, by mutual consent, resting for a moment.

  Elner sighed. “I was hoping you were leading us to it.”

  “I was hoping you’d forget about it, I don’t think we could handle it,” Tobas answered.

  “Really?” Peren asked interestedly. “Even with your fire-magic?”

  Tobas shrugged. “I’d just as soon not try,” he said. “Dragons are dangerous.”

  “But-” Before Peren could finish his question, a yell from Arden interrupted him.

  Elner jumped to his feet; Tobas rose more slowly. “What is it?” he called.

  Arden had vanished around the rocky shoulder at the end of the cliff; now he reappeared, scrambling desperately across the rocks.

  “I found it!” he shouted.

  “Found what?” Tobas asked, but no one bothered to answer as a yard-long blast of flame followed Arden, narrowly missing the top of his head. Obviously, the dragon really did breathe fire.

  “At last!” Elner cried, drawing his rusty sword. “We found it!”

  Tobas spared one wondering glance at the madman before he turned and ran for the limited shelter of the forest. Peren was right beside him, and Arden close on his heels.

  When they were under the trees, Tobas paused long enough to glance back and got a good, clear look at the dragon.

  The creature was fifty or sixty feet long, just as most of the reports had said, and it stood at least fifteen feet at the shoulder, its monstrous head raised up even higher on a long, arching neck. Four huge claws dug cream-colored talons into the solid rock of the hillside, and an immense pair of wings lay folded on its back; the scales that covered its entire body were a glossy blue-green. Its eyes were red and bright, its nostrils flared and edged with crimson; the fangs that gleamed from its upper jaw were at least a foot long, Tobas was certain. Smoke trailed upward from its mouth, but, after that first gout of fire, it had not sp
at flame. It gave no sign of speaking, let alone reciting poetry. It looked utterly bestial, with no trace of intelligence beyond what it needed to stalk its prey.

  Elner was standing frozen, staring at it as it walked toward him at a leisurely pace; the sword was shaking wildly with his trembling as he finally realized that slaying this dragon would not be easy.

  The dragon bent its head down for a closer look.

  “Do something!” Arden shouted in Tobas’ ear. “It’s going to eat him!”

  “Either that or roast him,” Peren said.

  Tobas simply stared in horrified fascination.

  “Wizard! Do something!” Arden repeated, pointing. “Use your magic!”

  The dragon was reaching out with one of its great fore-claws, about to snatch Elner up and devour him, and Tobas had no more time to think; he snatched his athame from his belt, dipped a finger in brimstone, and flung Thrindle’s Combustion at the dragon’s face.

  Flame erupted with a roar, pouring out of the dragon’s mouth and nostrils, not projected forward, but simply rushing up around the monster’s muzzle, across its eyes. Startled, the creature reared back, forgetting about Elner and batting at its mouth with its armored foreclaws.

  Tobas could smell the smoke, sour and oily, as he stared out at the frantic monster.

  Peren, in a display of phenomenal courage, rushed out and grabbed Elner, dragging him back toward the trees before the dragon could regain its composure.

  It had managed to extinguish most of the flame by simply closing its mouth and smothering the fire, but smoke and flame were still streaming from its nostrils. It dropped back to all fours and shook its head back and forth, trying to put out the remaining fire, but without effect. Finally, it snorted with a sound like a windstorm, blowing out the last flickers.

  By then, however, Peren had dragged Elner into the forest, out of the monster’s sight.

  Elner was still shaking, still incapable of moving without guidance; he cowered behind a tree, whimpering softly.

  Arden stood behind another tree, staring wide-eyed at the dragon. “I didn’t realize it would be so big!” he whispered.

  Tobas was also watching the dragon, trying to decide what to do next, run, stay hidden, or use the Combustion again.

  “Good work, Tobas,” Peren said, the albino suddenly close at his side. “Can you do anything else, anything that might kill it?”

  “No,” Tobas admitted. “I only have that one spell with me.”

  “Try it again, maybe you can set the beast on fire.”

  Tobas shook his head. “I don’t think so. I’ve heard that dragons are fireproof, especially fire-breathing ones. They have to be. If I hadn’t caught it off guard and ignited its own fuel, I don’t think my spell would have done anything at all.”

  “Try it anyway,” Peren insisted.

  “All right.” Tobas raised his athame, fished out another pinch of brimstone, and threw his spell.

  Sparks spattered harmlessly from the dragon’s flank for a moment, but nothing more. The monster did not even seem to feel anything. Tobas tried again, aiming for the dragon’s face; but with its mouth held tightly closed, the creature was protected; sparks showered ineffectually from its jaw.

  “No,” Tobas said. “I didn’t think so. I can’t do anything more to harm it.”

  “What do we do, then?” Arden asked.

  “We wait,” Peren replied. “If it comes toward us, we run.”

  The dragon was not coming toward them. It was pawing at its mouth again, apparently in some discomfort, even though the fire was out. The pawing did not seem to be doing any good; after a moment, it reared back and roared, spitting out a tongue of flame half the length of its own body, then spread its wings, flapping vigorously. Tobas suppressed a gasp at the sight of its wingspan, which he guessed to be over a hundred feet. It fluttered clumsily off the ground, wings beating wildly, and managed to get twenty or thirty feet up before making a crazy sideways swoop down the hillside.

  Tobas watched it go with inexpressible relief. Until the moment it took off, he had not believed it could fly at all, even in the awkward fashion it had just displayed; that aerial ability added to its terribleness.

  He guessed, from the direction it took, that it was heading for a small lake that the four young men had passed that morning; the unexpected mouthful of flame must have given the monster a sore throat. He was inexpressibly grateful that the creature had not been angry enough to set the forest ablaze out of spite.

  When the dragon had flapped off down the hill and was safely out of sight, he turned and said, “Let’s get out of here; when it’s feeling better it’s likely to come looking for us.”

  Arden and Peren immediately nodded agreement; Arden helped the still-dazed Elner to his feet, and together the four of them set out into the forest with no goal in mind save to put as much distance as possible between the dragon and themselves.

  CHAPTER 14

  When the four youths were all satisfied that the dragon was safely behind them, they settled on the banks of a small, gurgling stream almost a league northwest of the site of their confrontation with the beast. By mutual consent, they collapsed to the ground and for several long minutes they simply rested, drinking from the stream and gnawing on dried apples from Peren’s pack.

  When he felt himself able to breathe without effort again, Tobas raised himself up on one elbow and said admiringly, “That was a brave thing you did, Peren, dragging Elner away from the dragon.”

  Peren shrugged, his face pink, though whether with embarrassment or exertion Tobas could not be sure.

  “Thank you,” Elner said. “You saved my life.”

  Peren still said nothing.

  “I didn’t know dragons got so big!” Arden said. “I saw one once in the Arena, during Festival, and it wasn’t anywhere near that size.”

  “My father told me they come in all sizes,” Tobas said, thinking in particular of one of Dabran’s visits during his childhood, when he had asked whether pirates ever met dragons or sea monsters. His cousins had told him more about dragons over the years than his father ever had, but it was his father’s words he remembered.

  “I wish my father had told me that,” Elner said. “I didn’t have any idea; I just thought that all the stories must be exaggerated. My mother used to say that half of every good story is exaggeration. I saw a twelve-foot dragon once, in the Arena, I guess it was the same one you saw, Arden, and I was pretty sure I could handle something that big. I didn’t know they got any bigger. The dragon’s handler said it was an adult; he claimed it had laid eggs. My father took me around to talk to him after the show, and the handler told me that his dragon was full-grown. I believed him, so I was sure I could handle a dragon and that all the stories were exaggerated.”

  “I wondered why you seemed so sure of yourself,” Tobas said.

  “Maybe that one you saw in Ethshar was full-grown,” Peren suggested. “If it laid eggs, it was a female; the males might be much larger.”

  “Was that one we just saw a male?” Arden asked.

  “Who knows? How does one tell with dragons?” Peren answered. “Or maybe they come in all sizes, like dogs or fish,” Tobas suggested again.

  Elner listened, blushing. “I guess I made a fool of myself, didn’t I?” he said.

  Tobas had enough tact to not answer that directly. Instead, he asked, “Why did you want to be a dragon slayer in the first place?”

  “Oh, I don’t know... no, that’s not true. I wanted to show my parents that I could make it on my own. They’re rich, you know, my mother’s father was the Lord Magistrate of Westwark, and my father owns three ships and a warehouse. I lived comfortably, if you know what I mean, didn’t go out of my way looking for an apprenticeship or a rich marriage or anything, didn’t join the Guard or anything stupid like that, and my father kept asking when I was going to make something of myself, and my mother kept worrying that I’d get in trouble somehow if I didn’t do something with my time.
I got fed up with their nagging, finally, and decided to do something to impress them. Killing this dragon seemed easy enough; I didn’t know it would be so big, and I thought the fire-breathing part was a myth.” He shook his head. “I guess it didn’t work.”

  Tobas said thoughtfully, “Oh, I don’t know; you tried, anyway. You don’t need to tell them all the details. Just tell them that you stood your ground and faced the dragon alone when all the others fled, but that it was too big for you actually to kill by yourself.”

  “But I froze! I was too scared to run!”

  “Why tell them that?”

  Arden chimed in, “I won’t tell anyone.”

  Something occurred to Tobas suddenly. “Arden,” he asked, “what did you see around the rocks there before the dragon came after you?”

  Arden shrugged. “Not much. There’s a little flat area — not a plateau, really, it’s too small for that — and it looks as if there was a village there once, but it’s just cellar holes and loose stones now. And there’s a cave back in the other side of that cliff, and that’s where the dragon was.”

  “That’s probably its lair,” Tobas said.

  “I don’t know,” Arden said. “Its just a cave, I think.”

  “You couldn’t have seen much of it, though.”

  “Well, no...”

  “And what does a dragon’s lair look like, anyway?”

  “I don’t know,” Arden admitted.

  “I think that’s the dragon’s lair, then,” Tobas declared.

  Nobody argued the point further.

  After a long moment of silence, Elner asked, “Well, what do we do now?”

  Tobas hesitated, but finally asked, “Do you still want to go after the dragon?”

  “By all the gods in Heaven and the demons of Hell, of course not!” Elner declared. “Do you think I’m crazy?”

  “I was just asking,” Tobas said mildly, trying not to smile at Elner’s vehemence. “We know what it’s like now and where its lair probably is. We know what we’d be up against if we went after it.” He had no intention of going after the dragon, but he wanted to know where his companions stood on the matter.