Dog And Dragon Part 23

"Then you could let go of my ear," said the spriggan. "I believe it's due to your ideas that the men of Ys are now back in Ys, scrubbing the insides of their armor. She frightened them near witless and sent them home with their tails firmly between their legs. Said it was your idea, I've been told."

"Can you take me to her?" asked Fionn.

The spriggan shook his head. "I'd like to, but I can't, no. We're bound to our rocks. Half a league is what I can wander."

"It seems you're quite informed for all that."

"The knockyan. They love to gossip. And now that Earl Alois has pulled nearly everyone out of the mountains and into Dun Carfon, it's quite quiet here."

"Hmm. Why don't you tell me some of the gossip. It might make travel easier. I've always preferred knowing what is happening to blundering in blindly. And if my Sc.r.a.p needs help, well, best I know what help to bring."

"There's a knockyan mine a little down the hill. If you want their gossip, it might be best to get it from them," said the spriggan.

"What do they mine?" He knew he shouldn't ask, but some things were too ingrained in dragonish nature to avoid.

The spriggan grinned nastily. "You don't think I'd be stupid enough to take you to a gold mine, do you? Lead, tin and antimony as far as I know. Ask them."

"Of course they would tell me," said Fionn. "Lead on. I'll do my best not to eat you, or too many of them-as long as they're also friends of my Sc.r.a.p of humanity."

"They, and we, are hers to command. But she has a way of winning loyalty, it seems."

"My dvergar friends and their little contrivances. I wonder if they had any idea what they wrought when they gave her that one," said Fionn, thoughtfully, to himself. They had accentuated certain aspects of her nature. Convinced the dvergar those powerful aspects were hers to command...which could go to her head.

From the little knockers Fionn learned much more, although Dileas would not have agreed. The little miners were not comfortable with the dog, and all Dileas wanted was to go north. Now. But their tunnels were such tiny narrow pa.s.sages spread across the land like some vast spider web. It took a week or two for the stories to travel, but if it happened in Lyonesse, the knockers got to hear about it. There were several armies still abroad in Lyonesse, and Meb had defeated two of them. And here in the south, they hoped for her. But the earl of the Southern Marches did not, because he'd tried to kill her, or so the story went.

"Where is this earl?" asked Fionn, grimly.

"Well, if he's not out with his troops, he'll be in Dun Carfon. He's much loved here in the south, dragon. He alone has managed to really keep his Marches more or less safe."

"Choosing to try and kill my Sc.r.a.p is not going to help to keep him safe," said Fionn. "Is this Dun Carfon on or near to my way north?"

"It would be hard not to go past it, dragon. It lies at the end of this valley, where the river flows into the lakes."

Fionn remembered the lakes-a chain of shallow marshy lakes just inside the foresh.o.r.e dune lands. The dunes would be a good defense in themselves from seaborne attackers, and the marshes were good sources of fish and mosquitos. It was easier and faster traveling along the rolling lowlands just above the lakes, than climbing up the steep montane countryside and then through the forest up to the bleak moorlands that they would cross going that way. "My thanks," he said, getting to his feet. "I'll relieve you of an impatient dog's presence. We'll stop and talk to an earl along the way."

"Be careful, dragon."

"That's difficult for me, but I'll do my best," said Fionn with a wave, as they set off.

CHAPTER 24.

It took them another two days' hard walking to get to Dun Carfon. It was enough time and distance for Fionn to see the ravages of war on the land of Lyonesse, and that this corner at least was doing its best to hold and somehow even to prosper. It must have been an irritation to Queen Gwenhwyfach.

Dun Carfon itself was plainly preparing for war. The abatis on the steep earth slope up to the wall was being repaired, a few burned trees being pulled away. People, some with carts full of fodder and livestock, were all heading into the Dun. Fionn joined them.

The gateway had signs of human mage-craft on it. Fionn regarded that as hardly surprising, and besides, to turn around now-from the one-way press of traffic-was to label himself as someone who had something to fear.

He felt the surge of energy as he walked through. And a squad of men-at-arms and an officer moved in very quickly to surround him, spears at the ready, but at a respectful distance.

"We must ask you to come with us, sir. Earl Alois a.s.sures you that no harm will come to you, and he will not attempt to stop you leaving. He just wants to talk."

Fionn said, sotto voce in a pitch they could not hear, to Dileas: "Stay in sight but not too close." To the officer he said: "And where do you want to take me?"

"To see the earl, fay creature."

Fionn knew what the spell was now. Some form of working to identify non-humans. If he'd known, he could have disguised himself as a very big sheep and made Dileas feel important. Well, they had something that looked like a man, but wasn't. They just didn't know what they had. And Fionn was not ready to give this Earl Alois the same a.s.surances. Some very real harm might come to him.

They found the earl in the final stages of preparing to ride out with his troops. When the officer told him what he had brought, that was put into immediate abeyance. Except that the woman he was talking to, with a girl child clinging to her knees, another baby on her hip and a st.u.r.dy young boy with far too worried an expression on his face for his age, came along. Fionn was politely taken into a large comfortable chamber, that opened onto the courtyard that, obviously by the maps and drinking horns, had served as a planning room for his staff.

"I need to talk to you about the Defender," said the earl. "Branwen. Can I ask you to leave us, my dearest?"

She looked him straight in the eye, a tear already forming on her cheek, and shook her head. "No. This concerns me, and Owain," she patted the boy's shoulder, "as much too."

"Well," said Fionn, "that's why I came here. To talk to you about her."

"I had no idea who she was," said the earl. "I know now. I will pay the penalty for my error. No, Bran. Owain. It is my duty and my right."

Fionn grinned. Not an encouraging grin, at all. And then there was a barking at the door. "Ah. Dileas. I'll be right back."

He moved fast. That had been quite an urgent bark.

Outside the room, a man-at-arms was attempting to spear Dileas.

Fionn s.n.a.t.c.hed the spear, and snapped it like a carrot. Tossed the guard forty yards across the courtyard. Picked up Dileas, and turned on Earl Alois as other men-at-arms came running. "First you try to kill my lady, then your men try and kill her dog," he said. "Can you give me three good reasons why I shouldn't pull both your arms off and beat you with them?" Something about the way he said it told the earl and the running men-at-arms that he was not joking-that, perhaps, and the snapped spear in one hand, and the groaning man-at-arms trying to sit up on the far side of the courtyard.

"Don't you dare hurt my father." The boy had himself between Fionn and the earl. Fists up.

"That's one good reason," said Fionn.

"He's a good earl, he rules well," said his wife.

"That's a good reason for someone else." There were men with weapons in hand surrounding the doorway.

"Hold," said the earl to his haerthmen.

Fionn dropped the broken spear and reached out and calmly plucked the sword from the nearest man, without letting go of Dileas. It was not hard steel-these cultures hadn't developed that yet, so, only cheating a little, Fionn bent it double...and handed it back to the man-at-arms. He was showing off and knew it. But he was also hammering home the fact that his Sc.r.a.p had powerful friends. "Hold that up so that your comrades can see exactly what I am going to make them sit on if I see one outside its scabbard in either my presence or my mistress's presence. Ever."

"Hrf!" said Dileas.

"Or the dog," said Fionn, his sense of humor rea.s.serting itself. "Now go away. We're talking at the moment. I will call you if I want to fight."

It said a great deal for the earl and his men that most of them did not melt away. Not more than half had their swords back in their scabbards.

"Sheathe your weapons," the earl shouted. "Owain. Go to the kitchens and see if you can find a mutton bone for the dog."

The boy stood, hands on his hips. "You won't hurt my father." It was an ultimatum rather than a question.

"Certainly not while you're fetching a bone for Dileas," said Fionn. "And it'll improve things for him if you bring back a bowl of water for the dog, too."

"Owain," said his mother, in a tone that plainly brooked no argument. "Go. And tell Osric I said to bring food and beer, too."

"A woman of good sense," said Fionn. "A lot more sense than you, Earl Alois."

"I made a mistake. I am willing to pay for it. But not at the expense of my family. My wife and son and daughters had no part in it. I didn't know who she was. If I had, I would have been the first to bend my knee."

"The second part of that will do as the second acceptable reason," said Fionn.

The woman holding onto him said: "And I love him and I...don't want him to sacrifice himself for me or our children. I want Owain to have a father, spriggan lord."

Spriggan? They thought he was a spriggan. That was almost enough to make Fionn start laughing aloud. But he was not yet ready to consider letting them off the hook.

"Hmm. That's a fairly good reason, too. Meb values loyalty and love. Now, why don't you tell me the story from your point of view, and I'll see if they're good enough reasons."

The boy returned, spilling water on the flagstones, with a shoulder of lamb, still with the meat on. "My father is worth more than a mutton bone," he said defiantly, partly to Fionn and partly to his parents.

Fionn set Dileas down and the dog walked over to the boy, waving his tail and looking hopeful. Meat was a powerful attractant. "Dileas is worth more than all the sheep in Lyonesse to his mistress. I am not joking. And one of your fool men tried to stick a spear into him."

"I was in too much of a hurry to use my sword too," said Earl Alois quietly. He told how he had conspired with some of the court to remove the regent.

"Why?" asked Fionn.

"Because the constant Changes were destroying us here in South Lyonesse," said the earl. "We'd deal with one foe by force of arms...and they'd get rid of their problem by changing the Ways. We can't...couldn't go on like that. Medraut wanted to keep the regency. He wanted the power for power's sake. We'd come so close. Lord Isadore had been killed when we dealt with the door warden. It was just me left, and nothing between me and Prince Medraut. And then...there she was. I couldn't risk her waking the castle...one woman's life against the future of Lyonesse. To be honest with you, Sir Spriggan, she looked like some...drab."

"Appearances can be deceptive," said Fionn. "He looks just like a black sheepdog. But he isn't."

"Is he also something magic?" asked the boy.

"No. Well, only in a manner of speaking. But he's black and white. I had to dye his hair."

At this point someone knocked on the door. "Food and ale, my lady," said a voice from outside.

"Good," said Fionn. "Listening to people tell me how n.o.ble their motives are always makes me hungry. It's that or be queasy."

Dileas growled at the man bearing the large tray. A nasty deep throbbing growl.

"Yes, Dileas. I see he's got an axe under the tray. No doubt to cut the cheese."

The man nearly dropped the tray.

"You fool, Gwalach!" said the earl, in the voice of a man much tried. "Put it down. We are trying to negotiate a peace here, help for the Southern Marches. And all my men seem to be doing is repeating my errors. My apologies, Sir Spriggan. My second-in-command. He's loyal."

"I thought I might help, Earl Alois," said the man.

"We need their help, not yours! Abalach knights and the troops of Cantre'r Gwaelod both approach. And so far we seem to be doing everything wrong. Yes, Sir Spriggan. There is a time to be honest. I had hoped to seize the regency. I hoped that my son might be king one day, if we found the anointing bowl. I have always suspected that it was the Mage Aberinn who stole it, not this imaginary enchantress of Shadow Hall who he blamed."

"Oh she's real enough," said Fionn. "And behind many of the troubles you've had too. She is Queen Gwenhwyfach, your last queen, I believe. But hopefully we put a stop to her meddling."

"Queen Gwenhwyfach?" The earl shook his head. "No, Sir Spriggan, she fell from the sea-window with the son and heir and was drowned."

"They never found the body of either, Alois," said his wife.

"But...but she was from Clan Carfon. She would have been my great-aunt," said Alois.

"I bet she never sent you birthday presents," said Fionn wryly. "This may be a bit too complicated for you, Earl Alois, but the young woman you nearly killed would be your cousin, the queen's daughter, out of that murky past. And now to the matter of these problems you have with the various invaders..."

The earl's eyes were half closed, as he interrupted: Till from the dark past, Defender comes, and forests walk, the rocks talk, till the mountain bows to the sea, Till the window returns to the sea-wall of great Dun Tagoll, beware, prince, beware, Mage Aberinn, mage need.

For only she can hold the sons of Dragon, Or Lyonesse will be shredded and broken and burned.

Only she can banish the shades, and find the bowl of kings.

Mage need, mage need.

"If it's supposed to be poetry, it doesn't scan or rhyme properly," said Fionn, disapprovingly. He had strong ideas on poetry. It was powerful stuff, not wise left unshackled by verse.

"It is the prophecy Mage Aberinn made," said the earl. "Is it not known among the fay? She does come from the dark past! I saw her restore the window to Dun Tagoll. And they say the forests walked to Dun Calathar, and the rocks shouted, and the army and the giant of Ys were destroyed."

"For what it's worth," said Fionn, "she got the sea to destroy the fleet from Vanar. And you might say it's thanks to her the mountain has bowed to the sea."

"We walk in the new age of magics. When the fay return and the land is restored," said Alois wonderingly.

"And you nearly killed your new age," said Fionn, "in which case, I would have killed you, but over several millennia. Fortunately for you, you failed."

"She is the Defender. She will return our true king to us. And we need her, to fend off the sons of the dragon."

"Yes," said Fionn, dryly. "Only she can hold them."

"I...we, the South need to make our submission. We need her help now, and it seems we will need her even more," said the earl. "So. Do your worst, Sir Spriggan. My head if need be. But the South and my family need her."

"I think we can spare you your head. For now," said Fionn, taking a horn of ale. "I think the right answer is a suitable hostage to your ambitions. To stop you acting quickly and then telling us you regret it later."

The earl was a quick thinker. "No! Not my son!"

"I'll offer the same guarantees you offered me," said Fionn. "Your men a.s.sured me that no harm would come to me. Even if some of them carry axes under trays."

"Alois," said his wife. "I'll go. I'll go with Owain if need be. We have to trust him. We have to make her trust us."

"But he's my son. I can't."

"Alois, look how he looks after the dog. He's...not evil. And you know...you said to me yourself, the Southern Marches can't hold. Not against both of those armies. Not even one of them. Then Owain, Elana, and little Selene will die or be enslaved. We need her. And there is worse to come, the prophecy says. Only she can hold the sons of the Dragon."