Discord Jones: Black Magic Shadows Part 27

"Right? No one will try to steal you from him, if anyone ever found out. He's not human or an elf." Plus, he was extremely old, and wasn't interested in ruling the world-or blowing it up. At least as far as I knew, and I suspected that if Lord Kadon had a world domination plan, everyone would know about it by now. "You'll be safe with him."

"And the world will be safe from me." An arch smile rounded his lean cheeks.

"Yes, that too. Sorry."

"Child, you played no part in what I've become. I bear you no ill will, and were I in your place, I'd make the same decision. The world has enough problems."

"Maybe I can visit you once in a while." I felt bad, planning to lock him away. Maybe he wasn't alive in the accepted sense of the word, but he was a person. A dangerous one, in the wrong hands.

"If you do, bring magazines. The s.e.xy ones." He waggled his bushy eyebrows.

"You are such a pervert."

"Please?"

I rolled my eyes. "Okay. I need to make a phone call."

Teleportation had long past become my favorite ability. It's hard to keep track of someone who can disappear before you can blink.

I stood between the two stunted pines Mr. Whitehaven had described to me, facing a small hill, with a light breeze ruffling my hair and chilling my cheeks. The mirror was tucked inside my jacket. His m.u.f.fled complaints about not being higher and facing my chest were a little hard to ignore. "Would you shut up? There will be no motor boating. Where did you even learn about that?"

"Premium channels. I learned oh, so much from..."

"I didn't need to know. Really. It wasn't a serious question. Now shush." He subsided and I looked around, making certain we were alone. All I saw was a jackrabbit hopping away. "Okay. h.e.l.lo? It's Discord Jones, sir."

The little hill's front shimmered and faded away, revealing a dark entrance. Warm air flowed from it, a single word riding that breeze. "Enter."

"Thank you." I had to bend to go inside, but a few steps later, could stand without worrying I'd b.u.mp my noggin. The light went out as the entrance closed behind me.

I stayed put, the darkness complete, and could hear my blood pounding in my ears within a few seconds. The dragon's deep voice startled me. "Why have you come?"

"To give you something I don't think will be safe with anyone else."

"The mirror spirit."

It wasn't a question. "Yes, sir. How did you know I had it?"

With a whoosh, flames came to life around me. I blinked to adjust my vision. The fires were torches, mounted on brown, stone walls.

Lord Kadon sat before me, in actual dragon shape, and smaller than I'd thought he'd be, from Terra's description. His spade-tipped tail curled around his front legs, reminding me of a cat. A horse-sized, dragon-shaped cat.

"You're mortal. Mortals have difficulties destroying things of power."

That sounded like a condemnation to me. "It seemed safer not to burn it, because I didn't know what would happen."

"Sensible. You sound offended. I knew greed for power wasn't the reason, child. If it had been, you wouldn't be here."

I pulled the mirror out of my jacket and held it up. "Nope, I wouldn't be. I have enough power on my plate, thanks."

"Bring it closer." The dragon stood and turned in a sinuous circle. I followed as he led the way to a tunnel at the back of the cave. The tunnel was larger than the short distance had been.

Torches flickered to life ahead of him as we walked. Their light didn't pierce the blackness of the entrances dotting either side. I kept looking at each anyway, wondering what lay beyond them.

My curiosity caught me stepping on the dragon's tail when he stopped. "Oops. Sorry."

He flicked his tail out from under my foot when I lifted it. "In here."

We turned right, into one of those entrances, and torches inside the new tunnel came to life. It ended in a square room with stony shelves carved into the walls.

"Place it on the empty stand, next to that sword."

"Yes, sir." Careful not to step on his tail, I did as ordered. The mirror grinned once he was in place.

"Don't forget the magazines."

"I won't." I glanced at the sword, which was a plain, straight thing with a leather-wrapped grip. It didn't even have a jewel in the pommel. "That doesn't look like a treasure piece."

Smoke scented the air as Lord Kadon chuffed. He moved his head, which came to a stop beside me. "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, child. That plain sword is quite famous among humans. It belonged to a king whose days were marred by tragedy. He died with it in his hand, after charging a loyal companion to return it from whence it came."

I hadn't read many stories where a sword was that important. In fact, only one came to mind, and it fit what he'd said. "Are you telling me that's Excalibur?"

"Yes."

"Holy cow." Respect filled me as I eyed the sword. "May I touch it?"

"You may lift it down, if you're able."

My fingers were twitching, but I hesitated. "What do you mean?"

"Excalibur will refuse to bend to the will of any it judges unworthy."

"Oh." Maybe I didn't want to touch the sword. What if it decided I was unworthy? I wasn't sure what that would do to my self-esteem, being deemed unworthy by a legendary, magical sword.

"Go ahead," the dragon said. "I confess to a certain curiosity in the outcome."

c.r.a.p. I was his guest. It'd be rude to refuse to try. "Okay."

Excalibur wasn't on a stand. It lay on a long cushion of royal purple velvet. I slid my hands under the grip and blade. It felt warm. I whispered, "Moment of truth."

Lord Kadon's soft chuckle didn't exactly boost my confidence. My tentative lift shifted the sword's position. "Ooh."

I lifted it higher and stepped back with a grin. "Pretty sure I just gained a thousand coolness points. It's not as heavy as I thought it would be."

My host had moved away from the shelf, too. "Excalibur adjusts to its bearer."

"Nifty." I moved my hand from the blade to the grip, the sword pointing up. The grip was made for a pair of larger hands, yet felt light enough to use one-handed. I resisted the urge to swing it around. "Awesome. Crossing 'meet Excalibur' off my bucket list now."

Not that it'd been on my list, but I had more than a few items I'd added and instantly crossed off.

After turning Excalibur this way and that to watch it gleam in the light, I returned it to the cushion. With a final pat to the guard, I said, "It was nice to meet you, and thanks for the vote of confidence."

"You don't wish to keep the sword?"

"Who, me?" I turned, surprise widening my eyes. "What, like a trade? Mirror for sword?"

"You were allowed to lift it, thus Excalibur deems you worthy of bearing it."

My head turned and I touched the flat of the blade. "I appreciate the compliment, but I don't know how to use a sword. You'd end up in the top of my closet, to keep anyone from trying to steal you."

The dragon chuffed, smoke puffing from his nostrils. "Excalibur can't be stolen. Thieves won't be able to move it."

"Oh, right. Duh." I pulled my fingers away and shook my head. "I'd better not. It's not the sort of thing you display as a conversation piece, and I'd look silly carrying it around everywhere."

He inclined his head. "As you wish. Though, should you find a need for it, come to see me. As long as Excalibur deems you worthy, you may use it."

Me, chosen by possibly the most famous sword in the world. My brain couldn't handle that much awesome. I fell back on the courtesies Mom had drilled into me. "Thank you."

"Come now."

I followed Lord Kadon out of the room, and all the way back to the cave. Didn't step on his tail again, despite trying to peek into the other dark openings along our way.

If he had Excalibur, there was no telling what else he had. Maybe the wardrobe that led to Narnia or the rabbit hole Alice had fallen down. A unicorn? My mind was bouncing all over the place.

When the dragon sat, I walked around to the entrance tunnel, but turned to ask, "Do you ever give tours of your treasure trove?"

"Rarely."

"Oh. Okay. Well, thank you for letting me visit, and for agreeing to take the mirror." I hesitated. "I told him I'd visit, if I could. Would that be okay? I mean, not every week or anything like that..."

"Why would you wish to visit such a troublesome object?"

"So he won't get too lonely. He's a person."

"The spirit of a once-living person," he corrected.

"Okay, sure, but he's still kind of alive. It's mean to just lock him away."

"Very well, you may visit ... him." His eyes twinkled, probably an effect of the torchlight. "And perhaps I will allow you to see more of my collection."

"That would be fantastic. Thank you. I guess I'd better go. Need to get ready for my date."

"You're welcome." Sunlight spilled around me. Before I turned to leave, the dragon added, "Tell your young man h.e.l.lo for me."

"I will. Bye." With a smile, I turned and walked down the entry tunnel, not having to duck my head this time. The entrance was gone when I looked over my shoulder to check after clearing it. "Cool."

I swiveled again to make sure n.o.body was there to witness me winking out to teleport home. The ant trundling across the toe of my boot seemed innocuous enough.

Things hadn't turned out all that bad. I was free of my curse-caused Merriven delusions, Logan and I were finally dating, and I'd even gotten to scare the c.r.a.p out of an elf.

Life was pretty d.a.m.n good.

Taking a deep breath, I had to smile, and immediately grimaced at the taste of rotten meat.

Good, except for that. Ugh.

Also by Gayla Drummond.

Discord Jones.

Arcane Solutions.

Something to Curse About.

Save the Last Vamp for Me.

Frost & Bothered.

Black Magic Shadows.

Standalone.

Rift (A Wolven Tale).

Watch for more at Gayla Drummond's site.

About the Author.

I write scifi as G. L. Drummond, urban fantasy and other things as Gayla Drummond.

Puppy rescuer and equine slave who loves visiting other worlds through reading and writing. I write whatever strikes my fancy, which is usually urban fantasy or scifi. I'm a big fan of weres/shifters, and will drool at the mention of my favorite X Man, Wolverine. I'm also mom to a couple of kids whom I haven't embarra.s.sed nearly enough yet.

Read more at Gayla Drummond's site.

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