Song of the Dragon aod-1

by Tracy Hickman

  “So you’re siding with her?” Mala shouted, her voice squeaking at the end.

  “No!” Drakis said quickly. “I’m not siding with anyone. .”

  “She said we groveled for scraps!” Mala fumed.

  “Look, Mala,” Drakis shrugged. “She just doesn’t understand how it was or she wouldn’t have. .”

  “I don’t understand how it was?” Urulani had the voice of a commander that carried over everyone else when she chose to use it. This was one of those times. “Maybe I don’t understand how it is that you ‘cattle’ managed to find your way out of your pens and wander out here into the world where people actually live and die for something more than their master’s pleasure.”

  “Now, wait just a moment,” Drakis said.

  “See? Do you see what kind of a person you’ve entrusted our lives to?” Mala jabbed Drakis with her finger. “She has no respect for you or any of us!”

  “Respect?” Urulani roared back. “And just what have you done, little pale princess, to earn my respect?”

  “Ladies! Stop it! Please!” Drakis held up both his hands in exasperation. “Can we all just calm down and. .”

  “This,” Urulani threw her head back in derision, “from the Domesticated Warrior!”

  Drakis turned to appeal to the rest of their companions, but there was no help in sight. RuuKag seemed to be enjoying the row with deep amusement. Ethis, Belag, and even Jugar all walked behind him, keeping a distance that also kept them out of the argument.

  Only the Lyric quickened her step toward him. She smiled and said, “Don’t worry, Drakis! I’m only too glad to help.”

  “You are?” Drakis asked dubiously.

  “Of course!” the Lyric said, her eyes bright. “They’re both wrong and I’ll be happy to tell them why.”

  Drakis looked again to the stars and offered a prayer. It was going to be a very long day.

  “I have news, Inquisitor!”

  Jukung looked up, his face shadowed by the deep hood pulled over his head. The new Inquisitor sat still beneath a great tree of the savanna as he had for two days awaiting just such news.

  “Speak, Codexia Mendrath,” Jukung said.

  The robed newcomer bowed and then began. “Word comes from the savanna, west of Tempest Bay. There are several mud cities of the Hak’kaarin in the northern regions of the Vestasian Savanna.”

  “I do not need a geography lecture,” Jukung snarled.

  “Yes, Master Inquisitor,” Mendrath responded at once. “There are stories now being circulated among the mud gnomes in that region about a man named Drakis who is traveling with the gnomes. He is said to possess great powers and to be the fulfillment of prophecy.”

  Jukung looked up sharply. “And his companions?”

  “The story speaks of two women, manticores, a chimerian, and a dwarf.”

  Jukung smiled. “A dwarf! Yes, that is news, indeed! Where? Where are they?”

  “The Hak’kaarin move a great deal,” Mendrath replied. “There are a dozen or so of their cities across the region where they were last seen.”

  “And Inquisitor Soen?” Jukung asked quickly. “What news of him?”

  “He is moving toward those same mud domes that the Hak’kaarin call their cities.”

  Jukung stood up at once. “Then we must get there before him so that we may greet him properly. Contact the Quorums wherever they are and have them journey at once to the mud dome cities of the northern Savanna. Have them determine if Drakis and his companions have been there.”

  “And what are their orders then?” Mendrath asked.

  Jukung smiled once more. “Our orders are explicit, Codexia. Capture this Drakis and bring him to me.”

  “It will be done,” Mendrath said and turned to move away.

  Jukung’s arm restrained him.

  “There is more.” Jukung removed his hood, exposing his hideously deformed face. “Anyone who has had contact with this Drakis-anyone at all-is to be killed at once.”

  “I. . I am not sure that I understand the order, Master Inquisitor,” Mendrath said. “There are entire cities of these gnomes who may have had some contact with this Drakis human. .”

  “And you will find them and kill them all,” Jukung said quietly.

  “That could be thousands of gnomes,” Mendrath said, still uncertain he understood the order correctly.

  “I do not care if it numbers in the tens of thousands,” Jukung said, irritation rising in his voice. “Towns, cities, females, children. . if they have had contact with this human pestilence, they are to die!”

  “But, Master Inquisitor!”

  “Do you question the Imperial Will?” Jukung screamed. “This is the order of the Keeper of our Order and the direct expression of the thoughts of the Emperor! Will you shirk your duty and forfeit your honor to his glorious ideal?”

  “No, Master Inquisitor!” the Codexia stiffened.

  “They will die!” Jukung said, his breathing labored as he spoke. He reached up with his right hand and ran his fingers lightly along the melted skin of his face. “They must pay for what they have done. The Emperor has declared them poisoned to his Will by this Drakis. Any creature that has any contact with him must die. . they must all die!”

  CHAPTER 38

  Sondau Clans

  “Elders of the Sondau,” Urulani said, dropping to one knee and placing her right hand against the floor as she bowed her head before the three older men. She knelt in the center of the lodge, the long building that served as the heart of the Sondau Clan’s society. The walls were framed from wood hewn from the surrounding forests and carved intricately with the tales and legends that formed the foundation of their laws and beliefs. The vaulted ceiling was supported by thick beams, each carved with different and portentous figures overhead. The floor was planked from the same wood as the walls though this was scrubbed and sanded to a smooth and carefully maintained finish. Flaming torches mounted to the walls and angled out above the floor filled the space with guttering light. “I am Urulani, daughter of the Sondau Clan. I have done as the Elders have asked.”

  “The Elders praise the gods for your return-and are astounded that you should return, it seems, on the very heels of your departure,” stated the balding Elder with the short cropped hair who sat in the middle of the three. “Thus said, we welcome you before the Elders’ Council.”

  Urulani stood at once. “The Elders honor me.”

  “As apparently do the gods to an extent we had not hoped possible,” said the man with the long, iron-gray hair pulled into a ponytail at the nap of his neck.

  “As you say, Elder Harku,” Urulani replied, glancing toward the ceiling.

  “You have returned with him so quickly?” asked the bearded man on the left who was sitting back in his chair.

  “I have done as the Council has asked,” Urulani responded. “I have the man and, I must also report, several of his companions with him. I thought it prudent to bring them as well-and not risk their tongues waggling once we had left.”

  “Wise, as always, is our Urulani,” nodded the man with the iron-gray hair.

  Urulani bowed slightly. “Elder Kintaro honors me once more.”

  The central, balding Elder leaned forward. “What is your report, Urulani?”

  The tall black woman opened her mouth to speak, hesitated, and then began. “As instructed by you, Elder Shasa, I journeyed southward through the Cragsway Pass and onto the Vestasian Plain. I made my way southward to the first of the Hak’kaarin mud domes to begin my search.”

  “That was but three days ago,” Elder Kintaro said, his eyebrows raised. “We had expected your journey to take many months to complete.”

  “I had not been in the mud dome a day when this man Drakis and his companions came to me.”

  Kintaro raised his eyebrows. “Indeed? You did not look for them then?”

  “I had intended to search for them as instructed,” Urulani corrected gently. “We had heard stories of their pass
ing through the mud domes in the deep parts of the Vestasian Plain-indeed, it was impossible not to hear of it from the Hak’kaarin. But as it happened, they arrived at the same mud dome where I first began my search at nearly the same time I did.”

  “A miracle of the ancients!” Harku intoned, closing his eyes.

  “Perhaps,” Urulani said, again looking away toward the ceiling. “Or it may have been an accident. I cannot say.”

  “And so your journey is over before it has begun,” Elder Shasa intoned. “You have done well, Urulani. You are among our most trusted sisters of our clan. Will you then assist us? We wish to begin our investigations at once.”

  “Direct me, Elders,” Urulani replied.

  “We will find the heart of the tree by starting with the leaves,” Shasa said, pressing the fingers of his hands together and lightly touching his own lips. “Let us begin with his companions.”

  “Elders of the Sondau,” Urulani said, bowing low. “I present to you Mala, an escaped slave from the House of Timuran in far Rhonas.”

  The man with the iron-colored gray hair leaned forward. “Mala. . is that not a Merindau Clan name? Are you of the Merindau Clan?”

  Mala stood shivering in the torchlight.

  The gray-haired man glanced at Urulani. “Does she not understand our speech?”

  “She understands, Elder Kintaro. . I cannot explain her silence as she would hardly keep her words to herself during our return journey today. Indeed, I had soon begun to dread our rest periods as she was always so full of words after we stopped.”

  Mala shot an angry glance at the woman.

  Urulani smiled in response. “Perhaps you might ask her again now, Elder Kintaro.

  “I am not of any clan,” Mala said at once then her eyes fell to gaze unfocused at the floor. “I was. . I was born a slave and know of no clan but the Houses in which I served.”

  “But you are no longer a slave,” said the balding man seated between the other two, his voice calm and quiet. “You no longer serve any ‘House’ as you call it. How it is that you have come to be free?”

  “Free, Master?”

  Shasa smiled. “I am not your master, Mala. No man is your master any longer. . do you understand?”

  Mala nodded her head but kept her eyes fixed on the floor. “Yes, Master.”

  Shasa shook his head.

  “What we want to know is how you came to no longer be a slave,” said the older man with a beard.

  “I do not remember it very well, sire,” Mala replied.

  “It is difficult,” Harku pressed on, “but you must tell us.”

  Mala’s lower lip began to quiver.

  “Tell us!” Harku commanded in a firm voice.

  Shasa’s face was full of warning for his brother, but Mala suddenly began to speak.

  “We were at House Devotions,” she said, her words coming out in a rush. “Everything was happening just as it always had before. Lord Timuran and his wife and daughter were near the House altar. I had already had my Devotions from the altar and was standing to one side of the subatria. Then Drakis-I don’t know what happened, but Drakis was yelling and fighting the House Guardians on the far side of the Aether Well. He didn’t want to take his Devotions. I couldn’t understand why. . we had just spoken earlier in the day, and we had such great hopes. . but there he was, fighting the Guardians, and. .”

  Mala stopped talking, her eyes still fixed far away.

  “And what, child?” Shasa urged.

  “And then the Aether Well came apart. . like shattering crockery only so much quicker and with a terrible noise. That’s when I knew.”

  “Knew what?” Kintaro asked.

  “That’s when my memories returned to me. . and I knew that my life was over.”

  “He is the fulfillment of a prophecy laid down in the most ancient of times.” Belag stood tall in the center of the lodge, the crest of his growing mane nearly touching the rafters of the ceiling overhead. He spoke with conviction, his eyes bright in the torchlight. “He freed me from the enslavement of the Rhonas sorceries and showed me the way to life and peace. He is the embodiment of the promises made of old. He will journey to the north countries, commune with the gods, and return in power to wreak vengeance and doom upon the Rhonas Imperium. He is the one that my brother sought beside me. . and for whom he gave his life.”

  “And how do you know this?” Harku demanded. “How do you know he is the one?”

  “My brother gave his life for him,” Belag affirmed. “He is the one!”

  “. . now, Drakis, he knew that the Iblisi were after us after we had spent the night at Togrun Fel, and he was determined that those slippery elven bastards would not lay a hand on us. He also knew the Song of the Dragon that was calling him along, giving him the knowledge of what was to come, that if we had stayed there but another hour, those very demons of the Imperial Corruption would be upon us. So, he stood before us and led us westward through the entire length of the Hyperian Plain-where the gods favored him by laying all manner of food and drink in our path. I tell you, Elders of the honored Sondau Clan, that the gods themselves granted powers to that boy that are beyond explanation!”

  “Thank you, Master Jugar,” Shasa said for the fourth time.

  “Wait! There’s so much more to tell! Take, for example, that time when we were passing the Hecariat-that terrible, doomed tower on the plains of Hyperia! The spirits of the mountain came down among the stones as we passed. .”

  “We shall take your statements into account as we deliberate,” Harku said emphatically. “You may go.”

  “Oh, but there is so much more!” the dwarf offered cheerfully. “The Miracle of the Faery Halls! The Miracle of the Hak’kaarin! The Miracle of the. .”

  Elder Kintaro groaned.

  “THANK YOU!” Shasa said too loudly.

  It was late by the time RuuKag was led out of the lodge. As the manticore was led from the room, Urulani moved to one of the guttering torches at the side of the room.

  “He is hiding something,” Kintaro said a few moments after the door closed behind RuuKag.

  “He is afraid,” Shasa replied. “Fear can make anyone do foolish things.”

  “He doesn’t believe in Drakis,” Kintaro said.

  “He says he does not know, but, then, he doesn’t really believe in anything,” Harku observed. “Which is of no use to us.”

  Urulani pulled the fluttering torch from its mount and snuffed it out in the pot filled with sand sitting on the floor below it. “You will not need the others.”

  “How so?” Harku asked.

  Urulani pulled a new torch from a second holding pot and lit it on one of the other torches. “Because one is a Lyric who no longer knows herself-or finds it too painful to be herself. In either case, examining her will not help you.”

  “And the other?” asked Kintaro.

  “The other is a chimerian,” Urulani answered as she placed the new torch in the wall bracket. “It has been rightly said that a chimerian once told the truth-and was executed on the spot for heresy.”

  “I do not like your tone,” Shasa said, “but I agree that we cannot in this matter trust the word of a chimerian. They see the world through their own eyes. . and have no love or regard for us.”

  “Then it is time we dealt with this prophecy directly,” Kintaro said.

  “I agree,” Harku responded.

  Shasa nodded. “Urulani?”

  “Yes, Elder Shasa.”

  “Bring us this man Drakis.”

  “What is your name?”

  “Drakis, my lords.”

  “Of what clan?”

  “I do not recall. I may have been too young to remember-and my memories are still disjointed, especially of my youth. But I believe that my family came from one of the clans near here.”

  “The white clans were hunted to near extinction,” spoke the gray-haired man.

  “It was obviously many years ago,” Drakis replied, “but I recall my. . my
mother. . I believe it was my true mother. . telling me about our family to the north. She always spoke of going north and family at the same time.”

  “And your father?”

  “I do not recall my father, my lord.”

  “Any other family?” the balding man asked.

  “I. . I had a brother,” Drakis paused, looking away briefly and then, blowing out a quick breath, continued. “I had a brother whom I recall as being quite close to me. He, uh, he died-beaten to death by one of our masters. I may have had a sister. . but I cannot say with certainty whether she was my actual sister or some relationship our masters concocted for us.”

  The bearded one spoke next with impatience. “What caused you to rebel in your master’s House?”

  “I. . I don’t know what you. .”

  “Where did it start?” the balding man urged. “What brought you to the point of breaking the bonds of the Devotions?”

  “Well,” Drakis thought. “I guess it all started with the song.”

  The bearded man’s eyebrows arched up. “What song?”

  “Well, it’s not really a song, I suppose. . I’m sorry, my lords, let me answer your question. I suppose in a way it started with the dwarf. .”

  “Wait,” the balding man said, holding up his hand. “Tell us about this song.”

  Drakis looked puzzled. “Well, it’s something that seems to be running in my head all the time. It wasn’t always there, but the dwarf calls it. .”

  “The Song of the Dragon,” the bearded man finished.

  “Well, the Dragon Song actually, but. .”

  “Enough. Drakis. . come with me.” Shasa stood up from his chair and stepped in front of Drakis, crossing to the right side of the room. He took a torch from the wall and then stepped down to the corner of the lodge, beckoning Drakis to follow.

  “Look here,” Shasa said, pushing the torch closer to the wall.

  Drakis leaned forward, gazing at the relief carved into the wood planks. It was crude by elven standards-almost primitive-but the figures were unmistakably human.

  “This is our story of what will be,” Shasa said, as he moved slowly down the wall with the torch. “The other walls tell of our past and our present but this wall. . here. . tells us the story that is yet to come. It is the story of the man who will be a slave but will break his own bonds. It is the story of the man who will come out of the south and journey across the waters to the ancient home of our people now lost to us, hidden beyond the clouds. It is the story of the man who will bring back the glory of humanity that was lost and destroy the oppressors of the land. Look here!”