The Saddle
The storm had finally caught them.Clouds rolled in, tall and black, top-heavy like an anvil. The afternoon sun withered to gloom and the rain began, falling first in spits and dribbles, then smatterings, then dense, wind-driven sheets that drove over the mountainside. The broad vistas of the Dragon Lands seemed to drown in it and the world shrank until all that Treylen could see through the rain were the backs of his fellow hunters and the jagged slope a few paces ahead.All that day they had hiked…it was not the endless up and down that Treylen was accustomed to at the abbey; here, the mountains were tight together and the abutting slopes and ridges snaked around the steeper peaks and deeper chasms. But now they were going up, gradually at first, then quickly the mountainside grew steeper until at last it was only by finding hand and footholds on the slippery boulders that they progrThe Shelter Water oozed down the back wall of the little shelter.A slab of rock jutted up from the landscape, a steep enough angle to cover them. It wouldn’t have kept them hidden from the hunters, but the rain did that well enough.If Remin hadn’t shaken the brains out of his head with all the bowing and scraping he did, then he might have mind enough to as Treylen had told him—keep them moving toward town. At any rate they weren’t likely to find him while a mother dragon poured fire down on them through the storm.Volgnash lay at the back and leaned on the rock, where Treylen had ordered him to go, the rivulets of water running over him and mixing with the blood that seeped from the wound on his chest. His rider sat against him. She had fussed over his wound until it became clear she couldn’t do anything. He wasn’t bleeding quickly at least. The rider had suffered a gash to
The Dinner“I’m sorry for the death you had to witness,” Jargus said as theyreached the stairs to house Duremo. “It is the price we pay to serve our queen. She’ll mark our hunt a great success even if we did lose a man.”“Thank you, but I understand.” Treylen followed the others through the hall and out to the courtyard overlooking the city. “I’ve not been long in Iverna, but already I know the importance of your queen’s favor.”“It’s everything,” said Remin. “You’ll see, in time. Just take care not to run afoul of it.”“Heed that,” said Jargus, “Now, this is where we leave you. Oakwren and Roland here will take you to gather your things then see you safely back to Duremo Lodge where we can put a closer watch on you. I hope you understand it’s for your protection. There’s a killer on the loose, after all.”“I’m grateful for it,” Treylen lied, bowing again. “As long as it won’t interfere with me resuming my duties.”“It must,” said Jargus. “There’ll be no touring the mines until after
The Bath “They're waiting on me,” he said. “I must be going.”“As you will, my lord. Take care out there. There's a killer about.” “Thank you.” He shut the door as he stepped out and raced down thealley, leaping onto the rooftops.They’re at the door, bondmate.Treylen launched himself from roof to roof, not bothering to hide his footfalls now. He raced down the line, leaping over the stairs. An unsuspecting guard holding a torch walked their rounds beneath. They peered up, but he was already gone. He jumped to grab the railing and rolled inside, hearing the sound of a key in the door and more knocking. Treylen crawled to the tub and rolled into it, clothing and all, the water splashed and sloshed, as he sank down so just his face was showing as the door burst open.“I was afraid you’d drowned,” said a woman's voice, not the innkeeper. “I’m sorry, Lord Cren’pin,” the innkeeper sa
The Letter Marziel was gone.Countess Tsoro had ridden to Coal Abbey in person to retrieve him, only to be told that he’d been lost in the mines the same day that he’d seen her messenger. Three days later, he was still missing. To her credit, the Countess had taken it well. She’d even gone so far as to console Cren’pin. The mines of Coal Abbey were extensive. He would not be the first to have been lost this way, nor the first to be found again, should he return. Her own soldiers were looking for him along with the assassins who trained there.When they found him, the queen’s servants would ensure his swift return to Wetherdin for questioning.Treylen wasn’t concerned. There was a small chance that Marziel had truly gotten lost in the mines, but he doubted it. Spymasters were revered by the monks, they would tell whatever lies he asked them to, and they certainly wouldn’t
The Village “What is it?”Treylen cracked the door and put an eye to the opening.His cousin Laureth pressed near to the door, a dark shawl covering her hair, her face unpainted.“Lord Cren’pin, can we talk?” “I don’t know, can we?”Treylen pulled the door open and scanned the hall. The guard assigned to his room stood to the left, feigning disinterest. To the right was Oakwren— the hunter who’d accompanied him into the Dragon Lands with Jargus and Remin. She seemed to be accompanying Laureth.“I had thought we might walk. You had expressed an interest in touring the old tower, had you not?”Had he? Treylen nodded anyhow.“Just a moment.” He shut the door in her face and raced to the bed.Rime, I’m leaving you here. He pulled the daggers from their hiding place and strapped them on beneath his shirt. As dangerous as it was to
The Reunion Treylen peered into the shadows as the steady click of metal onstone drew closer. From a tunnel opposite where they’d entered came a monstrous lowsater. His cloven hooves were shod like an oxen and his frame towered over the doorways of the empty village. Uberetus was tall enough to make the Lowsater he had seen in the mine look small. Treylen had to wonder how a man his size could even manage in the tight tunnels and lifts of the mines.Though his star-speckled coat was more patchy than it had been, and his vest and skirt more threadbare, he still carried himself with the patronly bearing of an elder regent. Perhaps he was once a great leader of his people.“You can come out, Lomish man. I see you perfectly well there in the dark.” His voice was loud but welcoming, deep but silken, and drawled with the cadence of one whose patience knew no end.Uberetus stopped jus
The HandbagOAKWREN WAS A WOMAN OF FEW WORDS. IT MADE THE WALK BACK EASIER,as Treylen only had one set of incessant questions to answer. Laureth wanted to know everything about his time in Lome and the night he had rescued the Lowsater. From training with Marziel, he’d learned enough to answer most of them without giving any real information. It was bad enough that they knew his purpose here.Instead, he shifted the focus to what Marziel had told him of the lowsater, how they were not the founders of the Stone Kingdom but inherited it from the dwarves long ago. A kind people, they had welcomed humans into their mountain home and together, they had carved grand cities on the slopes.When the Jaul conquered the Stone Kingdom, it was the humans who’d caused their downfall, and the Lowsater—a peaceful people—had fled rather than allow themselves to be drafted into the armies of the Jaul. Some fled overland, others undergroun
"You look well,” Treylen’s father said, rolling his eyes. "What are you doing here?” Treylen asked.“Your mother thought that you would be glad to see us. Aren't you?” “I’m sure that I would be, but I'm working. How did you even get aninvitation?”“Your aunt has a friend in Count Warren. Oh, my son, you are so important now.” It was dripping with sarcasm, but there was a grain of envy in the words. “What is it you're up to anyway?”“Just admiring the design work here. I’m a bit surprised you built it. This lodge is not your style.”“It's how they wanted it,” his father sighed. “I told them it didn't match the tower. Anyway, Owen Priscus did the drafting and the oversight. He has a protégé of his own now. Less work for me. You could have done the same, but then I suppose that's not quite as grand as being a lord.”“I’m not a lord,” Treylen whispered, looking around. “I serve a higher power. Besides, I wouldn't have built it like
Chapter 37Lasgol and Camu were staring at the dead dragon on the floor of the patio in front of them, unable to fully believe they had killed it. Camu would never admit he found it hard to believe, since his fighting, stubborn character had made him absolutely sure they could defeat it. Lasgol, on the other hand, thought it was nothing short of miraculous that they had managed to kill it. An unthinkable enterprise, one that had almost cost the three of them their lives.A moan made them both turn around. Ona was coming toward them from inside the building.How are you feeling, Ona? Lasgol transmitted to her, bending down to hug her. As he crouched, he grunted with pain from the two cuts he had in the stomach and thigh. He had already realized they were not simple scratches.The snow panther reached his side, moaned, and licked his face.Ona, we kill dragon, Camu messaged to her, proudly nodding toward it.Ona growled once.And it almost killed us, Lasgol transmitted.We defeat. Much
Chapter 36The afternoon group was running back from doing their physical exercises around the capital. Viggo was still intent on proving that he was better than the Royal Rangers, so he was flying downhill, five paces ahead of two Royal Rangers, who were trying hard to catch up with him and overtake him.The howling of a wolf from the forest to the east warned Egil, who was running beside Gerd at the rear of the group, that he was wanted. He looked at the giant, who returned a gaze of complicity. He raised his right hand and turned aside.“I have to stop!” Gerd warned his comrades.Nilsa and the Royal Rangers who were running in front stopped to look at him.“Are you all right, Gerd?” Nilsa asked, concerned.“Yeah, it’s my hip, it’s bothering me. Nothing to worry about. It’ll soon pass, go ahead.”“Are you sure it’s nothing?” Nilsa came over, concerned, while the Rangers she was running with remained a little further.“Don’t worry, it’ll pass in a moment,” he said without straighteni
Chapter 35The minor dragon rose, flapping its wings hard, and prepared to drop once again onto Camu to strike it with all the power and weight of its considerable size. In comparison, the dragon was larger than Camu, who recognized the situation and what it meant. Seeing it was going to lunge down at him and knowing he was not exactly nimble, Camu decided to change tactics to avoid the crash.The dragon lunged at Camu with its four claws outstretched.Camu called on his Drakonian Wings. There was a powerful silver flash along his body and the wings appeared on his back, glowing in all their splendor. He leapt, flapping them vigorously, and rose up off the ground.The dragon hit the ground with its four claws hard, breaking the marble slabs of the patio, which flew in shards all over the place. Camu was already nine feet up. He had escaped the attack by a scale’s breath.The dragon looked up.So, the pup can fly. Then he is not such a pup, it messaged and flapped its wings. It took a
Chapter 34The Panthers were waiting to be received by Queen Heulyn before her chambers. They were waiting in an antechamber decorated as if they were in Irinel. There were shields and javelins from that realm hanging on the wall. Several Irinel soldiers guarded the entrance and would not let them through. They had told them, kindly but firmly, to wait there. Since the Queen had requested their presence, they could do nothing else.The double doors opened and a familiar face came to greet them.“Good day, Royal Eagles,” Valeria said with a lively spirit and a big smile on her face.“Good day, Valeria,” Nilsa returned the greeting with a light smile.“The Queen has summoned us,” Ingrid said with a hint of interrogation in her tone.“And it’s a little too early for our taste,” Viggo complained, yawning ostentatiously. “You might let the Queen know that these are inappropriate hours for morning meetings. Better to have them after a good breakfast, say mid-morning.”Valeria gave a little
Chapter 33Saki-Erki-Luzen, the minor dragon, attacked without any warning other than an intimidating roar. It took a step forward, opened its mouth as if it were going to roar again, and issued forth a gust of fire directed at Lasgol, Camu, and Ona.Lasgol leapt to one side using his reflexes and improved agility. It was an instinctive move at seeing the fire and feeling its scorching heat.Ona moved to the other side with a powerful leap to get out of range of the flames so they would not touch her. Her feline instincts saved her from ending up torched by the dragon’s attack.Camu opted for a different defense. He could not jump with the agility of his two friends. He opened his mouth and used his Icy Breath skill. The jet of freezing breath he sent crashed against the flames heading toward him. Upon contact both attacks, fire and water, canceled each other. Neither of the two managed to reach the rival.The scorpions guarding the door, seeing their lord was attacking, also lunged a
Chapter 32Nilsa, Viggo, Egil, and Gerd were coming back from doing physical practice with six of the Royal Rangers, among which were Kol and Haines. They were both running at the front with Nilsa and chatting with her. It was painfully obvious that both of them were greatly interested in the friendly redhead. They were not the only ones. Another Royal Ranger joined them on the way down toward the capital, whose lights they could see in the distance. Night was falling and hunger and tiredness were beginning to have their effect, but whoever wants to be in shape must suffer a little. The Royal Rangers knew this better than anyone else. They had to endure whole days on their feet standing by a wall on watch duty. This numbed and softened anyone’s muscles. Therefore, it was important they went out to do physical exercise.Viggo was running in the lead, as fast as lightning. He wanted to arrive as soon as possible and show all the Royal Rangers that he was better than them. Nilsa and Gerd
Chapter 31Ona, Camu, and Lasgol went through the ghost city, following the enormous scorpions that had taken the Silver Pearls. The trail was quite clear since two sets of eight scorpion legs walking on streets partially covered by desert sand were unmistakable. Lasgol was having no trouble following them. Besides, they had carried away the ice jewel so if he lost the trail he could wait for a pulse that would tell him where they were.Lasgol was thinking how lucky they had been that the crocodile had not joined the fray in the middle of the city, since that would have been an additional problem. On the other hand, the croc would have destroyed half the city if entered it, so to a point it was logical it had not come in. Well, as logical as one giant crocodile at the entrance of a city in the desert with colossal scorpions and cobras as guardians was. When he told the tale in Norghana they were not going to believe him.They turned left and then right. They were not in camouflage s
Chapter 30Lasgol waited a moment and wondered whether his plan might work or if they would be discovered and end up having to confront those monstrous desert creatures. He was not at all sure it was a good idea to follow the scorpions, least of all through the forbidden city. But when there were no other options, it was best to be determined.Watch out. We’re going to follow the scorpions. I don’t think they can see us under Camu’s camouflage, but we must be very careful.Camouflage good. They no see, Camu messaged confidently.There’s more than one way of seeing. They might detect us by sound or by the trail we leave, for instance.Ona moaned once.Oh I understand. I no can help that.That’s why I’m saying we must take extreme precautions. We always careful.Yeah, always… Lasgol was watching with one eye from the corner of the wall. They’ve entered the city. Following them through the streets will be dangerous.City empty, no dangerous.The entrance was also empty and the scorpions
Chapter 29Astrid, Ingrid, and Molak were waiting for Raner on their horses east of the capital, according to his orders. They were half a league from the Royal Road and were to wait for the First Ranger to join them. Not very far away they could glimpse Beaver Hill, so called because of a rock at the summit that looked very much like the animal.“What do you think the First Ranger has in store for us today?” Molak asked his comrades.“So far, everything he’s had prepared for us has been enlightening and interesting,” Ingrid said in a satisfied tone. “So I hope that whatever he has for us today will be so too.”Astrid stroked her horse’s neck.“I feel the same way. The truth is that training to become Royal Rangers has pleasantly surprised me.”“You weren’t expecting it to be interesting?” Molak asked, surprised.“To be honest, I wasn’t expecting it to be useful and so I thought I’d be bored. But it’s turning out to be the opposite. I think that in the Assassin Specialty at the Shelte