Chapter 19 - The Diet of Dragons (5429)
Meggelaine, realised somewhere in her confused and anxious
mind that if she spent all her time healing the sick and wounded of this part
of Stovologard it would likely draw the attention of the gendarmes and get them
into another confrontation. Not only that, but she would lose herself in it.
Ghene and the other druids of the council would sometimes tell a jokey little
story about her that went roughly along these lines;
One day Meggelaine
went walking in the forest and came across a bird with an injured wing. She
healed the bird and let it fly away. Later on she found another one and did the
same. She then realised that there were probably other injured birds in the
forest and began to seek them out. Soon she was living in the forest, doing
nothing else but finding and healing injured birds.
The point of the story was, of course, that it was easy to
get distracted by trivial things when there was more important activities for a
powerful druid to be doing, and besides, nature had a way of taking care of
itself. Even so, torms were famously kind to animals and she knew one or two
that did indeed dedicate their lives to the care and protection of all manner
of creatures. Great as the suffering was in Stovologard, there was suffering
everywhere. Roztov and Ghene would tell her, painful as it was, there were more
important things to be doing. She found it difficult to think like that though.
She was not the sort of person to be worried by the nagging
of the likes of Roztov and Ghene. Quite the reverse, she worried over them like
she was the mother of wayward children and she was all the more worried now,
after the death of Broddor. They were a pair of fools, overconfident from the
power that Etruna had granted them. They were playing with fire, going to the
tower each day and poking around in dragon business. She could see the logic in
finding out what was going on, especially as it had to do with Old Bones, but
that made the endeavour none the less dangerous. One of the biggest tasks that
fell to the GFC was holding back the machinations and plots that emanated from
the east and as important as that was, they had forgotten the mission they were
meant to be on. Even Ghene had lost sight of the fact they were meant to be
finding the kingdom of Hanna. The way he had talked back in the GFC, he would
have had them all believe that finding the lost people of Dynar would be the
answer to all their problems. Now he was busy trying to get himself killed in pursuit
of what? Interfering in something that none of them fully understood.
And so, with
all that in mind, she decided to get things moving along her own way. After
doing some more house calls she returned to their apartment. Floran and Tankle
were playing a game of cards in the main room, while Arrin was watching the
ships down in the harbour from the broken window.
‘Let’s all
go down to the docks, shall we?’ she suggested.
They all
thought that was a good idea and started to don their thick black cloaks and
hoods.
‘We should
be looking for a decent ship don’t you think?’ she wittered on. ‘Arrin and
Tankle can get a closer look at what’s on offer. I mean, I don’t like stealing,
maybe we can buy one. Well, Roztov stole all that gold I suppose, oh well
anyway...’
‘It will be
nice to get some fresh air at least,’ said Floran, humouring his friend.
As they left
the apartment and walked down the stairs she continued to fuss. ‘I hope the
boys are not getting into trouble. I’m sure Roztov will be causing a ruckus.
He’ll probably come back all covered in blood and bruises.’
‘It wouldn’t
surprise me at all,’ agreed Floran.
Roztov, in
actual fact, was having a nice cup of tea on a private balcony with Lady Fiewa.
The view across the city was spectacular. The rain had stopped for a while and
there was a blue sky, breaking through the black clouds like a ray of hope that
lifted Roztov’s spirits more than he had thought possible. Smoke drifted down
from the tower onto the city, but there was a stiff breeze that was blowing
most of it away, out to sea where it was swallowed by the wall of magical fog
to the north. The smoke lingered in the streets though, an ever present smog that
rarely lifted. It snaked about, below roof level, like a river of poisonous
air, flowing slowly, untroubled by the winds above. Dragons, here and there,
flew back and forth from the tower to whatever business they had in the city of
men. Roztov pulled his eyes away from the view and looked back at his host.
‘Try one of
the sugared rice cakes,’ said Lady Fiewa. ‘They are from the town of Tunde, a
local delicacy.’
‘Oh yes
thank you,’ replied Roztov. ‘We passed through there on the way up. I ate a lot
of these when I was there. They are quite chewy, very sweet.’
‘Oh, they
are filled with chocolate,’ he remarked as he chewed.‘I have a friend that
would love these. She really missed the food in Tunde when we left.’
‘I can
scarce believe that you made it all this way,’ said Lady Fiewa. ‘All the way
through the reserve, past the Chasm, adventures around the Spire. All very
thrilling, you must be powerful wizards.’
‘Druids
mainly,’ corrected Roztov. ‘We have a wizard on the strength though.’
‘Ah yes. Druid. The magic of the spell I am using
to communicate with you has trouble translating that word. Different from
wizards, but just as powerful, I understand from your tales of adventure.’
‘You don’t
seem overly concerned about all the manhunters, dragons and gendarmes we killed
getting here,’ observed Roztov.
‘Well, I’m
sure it was all self-defence,’ she said with an airy wave of the hand. ‘I’ll
let you into a big secret, if you promise not to tell anyone.’
Roztov leaned
forward.
‘I’m an
agent of the Spire,’ she said with a sly smile.
‘Oh!’
exclaimed Roztov. ‘A white dragon in disguise, like Mordran?’
‘No,’ said
Fiewa, leaning back on her wicker chair. ‘Stovologard have anti-magic devices
now for spotting dragons in disguise. The Spire has a new tactic - they take
human children and train them to be wizards. They then send them north to spy
for them.’
‘And you are
one of them?’
She held up
her hands, palms outwards by way of admission.
‘That, oh
yes,’ said Roztov, rubbing his beard as he always did as his brain was working,
‘That would make sense of a settlement we found south of the Chasm that we
called Moletown. It was essentially run by the Spire dragons.’
‘I came from
one such settlement. I was a little girl when I was taken to the Spire.’
‘Huh, that’s
astounding. What do you do here though, what’s your cover story?’
‘I am the
chamberlain of Lord Pabajan, a dragon of a great noble house. I am permitted my
own quarters and to study magic to further my ability to serve my master.’
‘You’re telling
me a lot of secrets,’ said Roztov.
‘Well don’t
tell the dragons,’ replied Lady Fiewa with a somewhat misplaced laugh. ‘I hope you’ll
reciprocate my openness. In my last communication with my actual real master
back in the Spire I was told to be on the lookout for outlanders, and now here
you are! So, tell me what you know about Dreggen.’
Roztov could
see no great harm in it, so he told of Dreggen’s treachery, his lies and what
was discussed when Ghene met him in the Spire.
‘You’ve
still got him right? What do you plan to do with him?’
‘That I
cannot tell you, because I do not know. If you don’t mind though, I’ll report
your arrival back to my masters.’
‘If you
like,’ replied Roztov a little nervously, ‘I’ll not give you my address just
yet though.’
They talked
for maybe an hour or so longer. Roztov got the impression that Lady Fiewa
thought herself very clever and that she considered herself a master in
espionage to pull information from him. The truth was that he would have freely
told her anyway, seeing no need to keep any secrets from her. She was probably
thinking that she would be rewarded for sending so much news of the outlanders
to her true masters, and all for the price of three cups of tea and a plate of
sweet cakes.
After a
while there was not much left to be said though and Roztov was content to sit
and watch the sun go past. When the balcony they sat on was finally put into
shadow he decided it was probably time to go.
‘I’d better
get back, or they’ll worry about me,’ he said with a stretch.
‘Indeed. I
get the sun in the morning, but not in the evening sadly. Please call again
tomorrow, or sometime soon at least, I need to digest what you have told me and
formulate more questions. Oh, and please, take some of the mochi for your
friend.’
Roztov
smiled, nodded and filled his pockets. Lady Fiewa stood and motioned to the
door.
‘I’ll show
you out.’
‘No need,’
said Roztov as he climbed onto the railing, ‘I’ll just go from here. See you
later.’
He then
threw himself off the rail and turned into a sparrowhawk as he fell. The bird
stooped, using a downdraft near the tower to plummet down to street level at
incredible speed. Lady Fiewa followed it carefully with her eye, leaning over
the balcony, and watched as the bird, now little more than a black speck,
levelled out and then disappeared into the street level fog like an arrow fired
into the sea.
‘Show off,’
she muttered with a smile. She patted the rail then went indoors.
Roztov was
the last one back to the apartment that evening. Taking off his black cloak at
the door as he entered he noticed an old man sat at the table, playing cards
with Floran and the sailors.
‘Who is this
old fellow?’ asked Roztov.
‘His name is
Bulo. He is teaching us how to play with these cards,’ explained Floran. ‘It is
a game for four.’
Roztov saw
that another table was now in the room, beside the window, and this was where
the food and drink was being stored. He went to get his supper.
‘Ask Bulo
what he knows about the Spire dragons.’
Floran and
Bulo conversed for some time. The old man repeated himself over and over and
laughed a lot.
‘Nasty evil
things,’ passed on Floran. ‘He says he is loyal to the dragons of Stovologard.’
‘I’m sure he
is a model citizen. Does he know anything about Spire dragons sending spies
here?’
Again Floran
talked to the old man and translated for the others. ‘He says that they used to
send spies, disguised as men, but that was many years ago, when he was a child.
Then the Stovologard dragons crafted the blue stones that we have seen. Since
then, no more spies.’
‘That’s what
he thinks.’
He went on
to describe his evening. ‘Lady Fiewa, she must be one of them. She’s human, but
a Spire spy, she admitted as much to me. She’s a chamberlain to dragon nobility
and they suffer her to know some magic, but she’s way more powerful than she
lets on if she can remove a druid’s transformation.’
‘You’d
better take care, Roz,’ warned Meggelaine.
‘Och, I’ll
be fine. I’m going back tomorrow. How was your day?’
‘Oh, we went
down to the docks to take a look around.’
‘And what
did you see,’ asked Roztov with a sigh, suspecting he knew her answer based on
the tone of her last sentence.
‘You’ll see,
it’s early days, but we might be onto something interesting.’
‘Well?’
‘All in good
time, Mr Nosey-Parker, just you concentrate on not getting killed in that tower
of yours.’
Roztov
didn’t press her, he didn’t have the energy.
The next
day, Roztov and Ghene returned to the tower. Roztov met and talked with Lady
Fiewa again. In return for answering some more of her questions, she told him
that she would put him in contact with Lorkuvan if that was what he desired.
‘Take care
though,’ she warned. ‘The dragons of Stovologard care little for the lives of
men. I suppose if she’s a diplomat she might be a little less aggressive.’
He then met
Ghene for lunch, in a dimly lit gallery area used by the human servants that
sold food to those that could afford it, or offered dole bread and stout to
those that could not.
They had
used some of their stolen gold to buy a decent meal of spiced rice, shredded
vegetain meat and onions in fish sauce.
‘This is
really good,’ remarked Roztov. ‘Something occurs to me. Did you actually see
Ophess dead?’
Ghene looked
up from his plate. ‘I saw her eaten.’
‘Blood and
guts everywhere?’
‘Well, I
confess I did not see that.’
‘Then it’s
conceivable she’s still alive,’ mused Roztov. ‘It pains me... but let’s not mention
it to Meg. I’ll be buggered if I’m going all the way back there on the off
chance Ophess is still alive. Logically, if they didn’t want to kill her, then
they are taking care of her.’
‘And
teaching her magic apparently,’ said Ghene. ‘I can’t see that ending well.’
‘You think
we should go back?’
Ghene put
his fork down on his plate and thought for a while. ‘It is a painful thing,
yes, but there is too much at stake. We need to see what happens here first.
Let’s wait until after we’ve dealt with whatever is going on here first, and
then think about it. Besides, I saw her go into a dragon’s mouth, most people
don’t come out again.’
‘Right,
right. Good idea, let’s leave it until after we’ve dealt with all this Dreggen
business. We’ll probably get killed anyway, so that makes this purely an
academic point I suppose.’
‘That’s
right. Look on the bright side. When you meet Lorkuvan she’ll probably eat
you.’
Roztov
gulped down the food that was in his mouth. ‘If that’s the case, I’m having two
puddings.’
He attracted
the attention of a server, pointed at the sticky buns being eaten by people at
a nearby table and held up four fingers.
‘I haven’t spoken
of this before,’ said Ghene, ‘but Our Lady Etruna has been coming to me in my
dreams of late. I have been shown visions of the end of the world. I see a
burnt landscape, full of corpses, a city on fire in the distance. I see the
walking dead. I see mountains of bones, literal mountains. In the sky all I can
see is black clouds, lightning bolts and fire. The black shapes of dragons...’
‘Well, we’ve
all been under a lot of stress. Are you going to finish your rice?’
Ghene pushed
his plate towards Roztov. ‘I will do anything to prevent that future.’
‘Not even
the gods can see the future Ghene.’
‘Maybe not. A
warning then.’
Roztov was
not a religious man, he paid lip service to the gods at best. He had never
received visions or dreams, he rarely prayed and didn’t even think all that
much of Etruna, the patron deity of druids. He considered religion a
distraction, something to coddle and fire up the masses and to rob money from
the poor. He didn’t doubt that the gods existed, his powers depended on them
after all, he just didn’t see them as all that big a deal.
He also did
not doubt Ghene, being an elf, had a different mind to his, perhaps more
receptacle to visions sent by gods, it was not something that Roztov spent much
time thinking about. Meggelaine, on the other hand, at the farthest end of the
scale from Roztov received visions and dreams not just from the gods, but from
animals, trees, doors, chairs, broken plates, you name it.
Ghene gazed
over Roztov’s shoulder, looking across the hall, deep in thought. Roztov
finished the rice and looked up. ‘Cheer up you miserable bastard, you’re not
the one with the appointment inside a dragon’s belly.’
‘It’s every
night now Roz. She comes to me every night. I’m standing on a hillside. The
grass is all burnt, I can smell it, and I look down on a city in flames. I look
around and there is not one thing that isn’t charred black. The sky is black.
Everything is black except for the flames and the bones of...’
‘All right!’
cried Roztov. ‘You’re giving me the heebie-jeebies, I get the picture. At least
Etruna is aware of us then? Maybe she’ll help for a change.’
After lunch
they went their separate ways, Ghene to work his way up into the noble district
and Roztov to seek out Lorkuvan. It was late when Roztov found her chambers and
since he was reaching the limit of how long he could remain as a rock lizard he
decided to approach her the next day.
As he flew
back to their apartment, he kept an eye on a battle that was being fought in
the sky in the southern part of the city. It was getting dark and there was a
good deal of smoke, but it appeared that a group of Chasm dragons were
breathing fire down on the tenements. Stovologard dragons were harassing them,
but making no great effort to stop the burning. Even from this distance Roztov
could tell them apart. The Chasm dragons varied greatly in size and colour
while the city dragons were uniformly black or dark green. He resisted the
temptation to go watch the battle and dove down into the smoke filled streets.
Roztov found
he was the last one back again that evening.
‘This place
is a bit much,’ he said as he helped himself to the food laid out on the table.
‘There is a battle to the south. The Chasm dragons are torching the houses.’
‘We need to
get out of here,’ said Meggelaine. ‘I’m very stressed. There is no one else to
help these people. No one helps them Roz, they just die!’
‘I know sweetie,
let me eat first.’
While he
ate, Roztov told the others of his latest encounter with Lady Fiewa and his
plan to seek out Lorkuvan the next day. 'There are some big players in this
game,’ he concluded. I'm not sure of what our involvement should be.’
‘Why should
we be involved at all?’ chided Meggelaine. ‘You men are infuriating.’
‘If Garumuda
is involved in all this, we need to know what it is Meg,’ put in Ghene.
Meggelaine,
sat by the fire was now actively shivering. ‘For the love of Etruna, stop saying
his name! I’m a nervous wreck as it is! Now look what you’ve done.’
Meggelaine
held out her hands to show how much they were shaking.
‘I
apologise,’ said Ghene.
‘He'd never
come anyway, he'd send a captain,’ said Meggelaine, trying to quell her fears. ‘He
never leaves his lair. He just sets up powerful undead in places, like King Bloodwurm,
or all those witch-queens in the Norob Forest.’
‘I’m scared
too Meg,’ admitted Ghene. ‘Terrified. But, we need to find out what’s going on.
This could mean the end of Nillamandor. Or even all life on Goffehag.’
‘I don’t
think it will come to that,’ grunted Roztov through a mouthful of spiced beef.
‘That’s his
ultimate goal, to destroy all life. Even if he may never realise it, that’s his
only driving force. To turn all of Goffehag into a wasteland. Every time he
gains more power, anywhere, in any way, it impacts the Great Forest. We are the
front line.’
‘I know, I
know,’ said Roztov, gearing up for another debate with Ghene, ‘I’ve heard it
many times “The kingdoms of man don’t know the debt they owe the GFC” and “We
are all the holds him back”. I’ve heard it all before and while some of it may
be true, you are not the only ones with skin in the game. Oh, and I’ve got news
for you, he’s already west of the Great Forest.’
‘Roztov,’
said Ghene with a hint of irritation. ‘Why does that not prove my point? We are
already losing. We don’t need any more dragons, alive or undead.’
‘True,’
admitted Roztov. ‘Hey, Em, this might cheer you up.’
He took another
bag of mochi from his pocket and threw it at her.
‘Let’s just
go home,’ she said as she opened the bag. ‘Back where it’s safe. This has all
been a terrible mistake. I’m too old for adventures.’
After they
had eaten, the druids flew south to help the burnt and injured. They returned
near to midnight, covered in blood and soot.
The next
day, Roztov the rock lizard made his way to the chambers of Lorkuvan, after
following the directions given to him by Lady Fiewa. He knew enough about the
tower now to know that the higher you went, the more important the dragon.
Since Lorkuvan was quite near the top, this marked her out as nobility.
He found her
in a large meeting hall, where she was talking to five other dragons. He
scampered up the wall and hid in the cornicing. There were other rock lizard
there too, dozing or chatting. A female came up to him. ‘Hello darling.’
‘Hey,
sweetie. How’s it going?’
‘Good. You
here for the food? They give good scraps here.’
‘I’m here to
see Lorkuvan, I suppose,’ confessed Roztov nervously.
‘Got a message
for her have you babe?’
‘That’s
right.’
‘Where’s
your collar?’
Roztov
sighed. He was used to dealing with nosey rock lizards after his last few days
in the tower in their society. ‘What’s your name?’
‘Rosey.’
‘Tell you
what, Rosey, give me a kiss you saucy thing.’
Rosey
blinked rapidly several times, the rock lizard equivalent of a blush. ‘I’ve got
a boyfriend, cheeky!’
‘Is he
bigger than me?’
Roztov was
trying to listen to the conversation between the dragons in the meeting, but
the rock lizards were too distracting.
‘Hey pal,
hey pal,’ said another rock lizard. ‘Are you looking at my girl?’
‘A lizard
can look.’
‘A wise guy,
eh? You been talking to her?’
‘A lizard
can talk.’
‘Get outta
here, small tail.’
Roztov had
done this dozens of times already, the tower rock lizards were always arguing.
Lacking teeth or claws, they only ever used harsh language on each other. He
found that generally he could win any fight by using an insult none of them had
heard before. ‘Get outta my face, err... Pink bum!’
‘I... What?
Oh! Pink? Why, you’ve hurt my feelings!’ The male lizard was about to something
else but a dragon down in the room looked up and let out a high pitched hiss.
This had the same meaning as a man saying “Hey!” to a pack of dogs and the rock
lizards all froze.
Roztov
turned his head very slowly and poked his tongue out at the male lizard, which
had the same meaning with rock lizards as it did with people.
The conversation below centred on the progress of the war with the
dragon’s of the Chasm. After a while food was served and eaten. The dragon’s then
left the chamber and the servants came in to eat the leftovers. Then their
leftovers were left for the rock lizards. It was rare to let the servants and
lizards do this, but Roztov had seen it done in a few households. Usually it
was thrown straight out, but the “kinder” dragons did this, which Roztov took
as a good sign.
He followed
Lorkuvan into what was apparently her private chamber. It was well appointed
with furniture to the scale of a dragon. As in the Spire, some dragons favoured
large couches to rest on and she reclined herself into the one at the far side
of the room. She began to sort through a collection of treasure on a table
nearby, a pass time that all the Stovologard dragons indulged in when they were
relaxing.
Roztov
scampered across the floor and under the couch.
‘The food is
in the main hall,’ she said to the room. It was a while before Roztov realised
she had just addressed him.
He slowly
stepped out from under the couch and looked up at her. ‘Remember me?’
The dragon
fixed him with its yellow eyes and gave him a stern look. She was in better
condition than when he had seen her last. He blackish green scales glistened in
the light from the windows, her long, almost elegant, body rose up from the
couch and she spread her wings.
Roztov nervously
took two steps back and licked both his eyeballs.
‘I’m the guy
that saved your life, remember?’
He stood
side on so she could see his piebald markings, but then realised how ridiculous
that was.
‘Outlander,’
she hissed. ‘And now here in Stovologard, causing trouble.’
‘Trouble?
Not me lady.’
‘Don’t lie
to me, you dung-eater.’
‘Sorry.’
‘There was
talk of shape-shifters in the city. Everyone assumed it was dragons from the
Spire, but now I realise it must have been you.’
‘Listen...’
‘You may
have saved my life,’ said the dragon, ‘but you have killed four dragons that I
know of, two by rats, one that fell and one of the rune-keepers. Why should I
help a murderer?’
‘Well, for a
start you’ve got no proof that was me.’
Lorkuvan
reared up again and showed her teeth. Roztov scuttled back a few more paces.
‘Don’t eat
me!’
‘Why would I
eat you? I’m sure you’d taste disgusting. Just tell me the truth before I lose
my temper.’
‘Very well
then. It was me and my friends. One of whom died in the battle,’ replied
Roztov. ‘Stovologard is the reason I’m here though. We were heading somewhere
else, but your agent Dreggen brought us here. Then a dragon fired out ship and
killed most of our crew. We’ve just been trying to survive since then.’
‘Murder is
murder all the same in Stovologard. It is unheard of for men to kill dragons,
it’s hard to guess what dreadful punishment they would create for you.’
‘Right, well,
let’s just stick a pin in that for the moment eh, old girl?’ said Roztov
hastily. ‘I’m just here to give you a warning. Whatever crazy plan you dragons
have to link up with Garumuda will be a disaster for you. Preventing the
opening of some kind of magical portal between you and him will save hundreds
of dragon lives. And thousands of humans probably.’
‘Well that’s
kind of you, I must say,’ laughed Lorkuvan. ‘That’s all your here for is it?’
‘We just
want to leave. If you have a ship you can give us we can get out of your
scales.’
‘I’m not
sure about that.’
‘We don’t
want any more fighting or deaths.’
Lorkuvan
snorted. ‘There is no need to start making threats. All I mean is that ships
are not my purview. I know nothing about them.’
‘There is
nothing you can do?’
‘I never
said that,’ said the dragon. ‘Honestly, if you were a dragon I’d say it was
good to see you. After what happened at the Chasm, I’ve given a lot of thought
to why a powerful outlander was on Tanud. Now you have solved that mystery. I
share your concerns regarding Garumuda. Tell me what you know.’
‘All right,’
said Roztov. ‘The man called Dreggen that led out ship here, he was part of a
flight of dragons on a mission to meet Garumuda. They were taking a message
back to your King, but were all killed by griffon cavalry. Only Dreggen
survived. How he got as far west as he did before he met us, I’m not sure, but
our ship’s captain foolishly hired him as a navigator. He is now on the island,
in the custody of the Spire dragons. Wherever he is, he’s a danger to everyone.
He may not know it, but he will have been tainted by Garumuda in some way.’
‘What do
mean tainted?’
‘Old Bones
will have hexed him somehow, I doubt even the Spire dragons will know how.
That’s what Garumuda does though, he hollows out men and fills them with poison.’
‘You are
familiar with his methods?’
‘All too
familiar I’m afraid. His armies of undead are right on the borders of the
kingdoms of men.’
Lorkuvan
sighed. ‘How strange that sounds to my ears. You may as well say “the kingdoms
of mice”. Your counsel is useful, I concede.I remember it now. Three years ago.
It was an ill conceived notion. When they never came back it was forgotten
about. Do you know where this Dreggen is now?
‘The Spire
dragons still have him as far as I know,’ answered Roztov. ‘Whatever message he
has, they’ll know it too. I should have probably killed him when I had the
chance back in Vine Street.’
‘Why didn’t
you?’
‘Recent
evidence to the contrary, I am a peaceful man.’
‘You speak
of the death of my kin lightly. I should really hand you over to the
rune-keepers.’
‘I’d be out
that window and away in the blink of an eye, lady.’
‘Boastful
little rock lizard.’
Lorkuvan
relaxed a little into her couch to think. After a while, she seemed to make up
her mind about something and spoke again. ‘There is to be a cease fire. Then
after that there is to be a Diet. Apparently Bloated King Blavius has something
on his mind he wants to discuss with King Primus, but the Spire dragons will be
there too. I’ll bring you along as an advisor if you don’t mind.’
‘Right,’
said Roztov, wondering what he was agreeing to.
‘As to
Garumuda, I am in agreement with you. Forming an alliance with the undead is
madness, even if they are dragons. King Primus may see things differently
though. Garumuda is his kin, they are of the same bloodline.’
‘Stone me!’
exclaimed Roztov.
‘Nothing
happens quickly with dragons. Come back in a week. We will discuss things
further then.’
‘We just
wait where we are then?’ asked Roztov.
‘Well, I’m
not taking you in like a herd of lost vegetains,’ laughed the dragon.‘If your
friends are safe where they are, then leave them there. I can see what I can do
to help you leave once this Diet is over, one way or the other.’
‘Right you
are, my lady,’ said Roztov feeling he was being dismissed. ‘Well, it’s been
lovely to see you again.’
‘Don’t let
me detain you any further.’
Roztov
scampered out of her room and into the corridor. He could smell the leftovers
in the main hall, but he had no desire to eat scraps with the lizards and went
to meet Ghene for lunch instead. He had a fair bit of news to pass on.
