Home

Dragon Death Part 21

Dragon Death - novelonlinefull.com

You’re read light novel Dragon Death Part 21 online at NovelOnlineFull.com. Please use the follow button to get notification about the latest chapter next time when you visit NovelOnlineFull.com. Use F11 button to read novel in full-screen(PC only). Drop by anytime you want to read free – fast – latest novel. It’s great if you could leave a comment, share your opinion about the new chapters, new novel with others on the internet. We’ll do our best to bring you the finest, latest novel everyday. Enjoy

The gate might have been open, but the door was not. Alouzon cursed herself silently for having forgotten: Los Angeles was a less trusting place than Gryylth.

For a moment, she eyed the latch and the door. The latch was metal, and the door was solid. But though in Bandon the Dragonsword had cut effortlessly through three inches of solid oak, doors were locked in Los Angeles for a reason, and there were also security guards and checks, and the occasional student or teacher who might come by. Richard Nixon's machinations had been undone by a simple piece of tape. A door that had been reduced to splinters, screws, and dangling hinges would destroy Alouzon Dragonmaster's hopes even more effectively.

But the door, if it remained closed, would dash them from the start, and so, carefully, expecting at any moment to be jarred by the scream of the Worm, Alouzon laid the tip of the Dragonsword between lock and door jamb. She was no locksmith, she had no idea how this latch was constructed, but she knew the Dragonsword's power, and she could hope for the Grail's intercession.

With pressure, the tip slid into the crack as though greased. A firm thrust, and the preternatural steel parted the wood, sheet rock, and plaster, coming to rest halfway up the blade, leaving only the smallest trace of powdered gypsum on the floor.

While Manda and Wykla stood guard, Alouzon put her hands to the hilt, braced one foot against the wall, and pulled. The Dragonsword, she knew, was not designed to be used as a crowbar, and straining the flat of the blade in such a way invited breakage, but she pulled nonetheless.



Her shoulders were aching when she at last heard a crunch, and she jerked the sword free and pulled the door open. "Wykla," she said, her mouth dry, "check the office please. Fourth door on the right. You know what we're looking for."

As the young woman scuttled down the inner hall, Alouzon examined the door. Not bad, but not good either. Splintered as it was, it would withstand a casual examination, but not much more. Alouzon recalled the piece of tape at the Watergate Hotel once again and winced.

Wykla's voice drifted back to them: "I found it, Dragonmaster! It fills the room!"

Alouzon wiped her forehead with the back of an arm. They were indoors, but the Specter might well be able to home in on her like a heat-seeking missile. Time was running out: they had to get away from this building, from this city . . . from this entire world.

She shrugged and sheathed her sword. Damaged as the door was, it would have to do. She would have to count on the Grail. Can you help me?

Questions again. She was still not ready, but she took the precaution of sweeping away the gypsum dust before she beckoned Manda into the office and closed the door behind them.

The shimmering expanse of light filled one entire wall of Solomon Braithwaite's old office-filled, and even overflowed, pushing back the metal, gla.s.s, and concrete as though in defiance of ordinary laws of physics and perspective. Wykla stood before it, seemingly undisturbed, but Alouzon went cold. It was one thing to be taken to Gryylth on the iron-colored back of physical law, it was another to plod along the dimensionless alleyways of the universe on one's own feet.

She swallowed. Some G.o.d. "Manda, Wykla: show me how you do this."

Manda stepped up beside Wykla, but she paused. "What about our armor, Dragonmaster?"

Alouzon shrugged. "We don't have time. We'll just have to do without it."

Wykla nodded: she had fought without armor before. "Come Manda," she said, and, taking a deep breath, she stepped into the shimmer. Manda followed. Stomach clenching, Alouzon entered the portal . . . and was relieved when the door slid over her skin like oil. More disturbing, though, was the region of shifting shapes and colors on the other side. Void and not-void pressed closely about her. Perspective and distance rioted, and Alouzon recognized star cl.u.s.ters and galaxies from photographs; but these were close, very close, and they were real.

Shuddering, Alouzon plunged after her companions, grateful that incipient G.o.ddesses had friends. But though the first time they had pa.s.sed through the gate, Manda and Wykla had been occupied enough by their fears for Alouzon that they had not thought much about what they had been seeing, now, traveling at a more leisurely pace, they grew increasingly nervous.

"A-Alouzon?"

Wykla had stopped and was looking off to the side. Alouzon followed her gaze. There was nothing there. Nothing. Not even color. Cold already, she went even colder.

But now Wykla and Manda were depending on her, and she could not afford panics in the middle of nowhere. "It's okay," she replied, trying to sound confident. "It's just a place in the universe where there isn't anything. Go on: it'll be fine."

"Oh," said Wykla. "All right, then." And she went on. Alouzon hurried past the nothingness with her eyes averted.

Alouzon's watch had stopped when she had stepped through the door, but in what she estimated was a few minutes, a familiar glow sprang up ahead of them: a shimmer and a flickering. The other door. Manda and Wykla reached it, looked at one another, and stood aside.

"You are the Dragonmaster," Wykla said to Alouzon. "It is your right to enter Gryylth first."

Alouzon nodded. With a murmured thanks, she stepped through the door. Manda and Wykla followed immediately after.

They found themselves at the top of a hill beneath a dark sky patched with the blackness of lowering clouds. Below, plainly visible in the diffuse moonlight, broad plains dotted with spots and blotches that could only have been stands of trees and forests spread out and away.

But though Alouzon recognized this place from its general contours-the shape of the surrounding hills, the slope of the land, the dark lines that marked the courses of rivers and streams-she sensed that there was something wrong; and as her eyes adjusted to the normal perspectives, she saw that the fields were bare and wasted, the woods and forests shattered. Craters pocked what had once been gra.s.sy meadows and lush farmlands, and the odors of high explosive, napalm, and defoliants hung in the air, metallic and rank.

"G.o.ds . . ."

It reminded her of Broceliande, of what she had seen when she had paused at the top of the Cordillera and had looked out over a netherworld of shadows, fantasies, and nightmares. But this was not Broceliande: two hours after sunset, in the heart of a warm summer night near the beginning of August, Alouzon Dragonmaster had entered Gryylth.

* CHAPTER 16 *

The thunderstorm brought rain to Kingsbury, but though the water slaked the town's thirst, it could not cool the fevers of its epidemic, and it could not take the place of food.

Kallye trudged home through the crowded marketplace. Two months ago, this square had been occupied by stalls filled with the ample produce of a fertile, prosperous land. But now the wicker and wattle huts, dripping sullenly in the evening rain, contained only hunger and disease.

She was a midwife. And she was watching the women and children die.

She wanted to weep, but her duty decreed otherwise: where despair flowed through the streets like the rivers of filth washed along by the rainstorm, she had to be confident; where there was no hope in the women to whom she ministered, she had to be optimistic. Though she wanted to fall on her knees and scream at the G.o.ds of Gryylth to show a shred of compa.s.sion for Their children, her labors left her with the strength to do no more than crawl into her bed at night, whisper a prayer, and sleep.

Gelyya was waiting for her when she entered the house, as was a cup of thin broth with a few bits of meat in it. "It is all we have for today," said the girl. "Praise to the men of the wartroops for their generous gift, but we must stretch it as far as we can.''

Kallye nodded. "I have a wise apprentice."

But Gelyya turned away. Kallye knew her feelings. The red-haired girl was becoming a skilled midwife, but her heart was not in it, for since she and her companions had met Alouzon outside Bandon two years ago, her thoughts and wishes had always taken a bent towards swords and battle. Gelyya wanted action, she wanted to do something, and this helpless waiting and watching for death had rekindled the fire of her warlike ambitions.

"Easy, child," said Kallye. "There is nothing we can do."

"I want a sword."

Kallye sipped her broth, regarded her sympathetically over the rim of the cup. "Do you?"

Gelyya slumped on the stool across the table. Her hands fidgeted with her ap.r.o.n. "I ... do not know anymore. My duty is here, among the women. But it is hard to think in terms of duty when your duty achieves nothing."

"I understand," said Kallye. "And if I thought that there was a difference that you could make with a sword, then I would send you on your way with all my blessings."

Gelyya nodded somberly.

A knock came to the door: a soft tapping. "Someone needs us." Kallye sighed. "And I am so weary."

"Rest," said Gelyya as she went to open the door. "I will go in your place."

Kallye bent her head and closed her eyes, her fatigue an ache in her heart; but a sudden cry from Gelyya brought her to her feet. The light from the lamp on the table only just reached the open door, but it was enough to illuminate the woman who stood there. Tall, thoroughly wet, she was dressed outlandishly; but the lamplight flickered in her bronze hair and gleamed on the sword at her hip.

Alouzon Dragonmaster.

Gelyya had already thrown herself into Alouzon's arms, and Kallye had to fight to keep herself from doing likewise. She bowed low. "Come in, Alouzon. Please, by the G.o.ds, come in."

The Dragonmaster nodded and stepped into the room, followed by Wykla of the First Wartroop and the Corrinian named Manda. The young women were dressed just as oddly as Alouzon, but Kallye smiled through her tears: Helwych had lied. The story was untrue. But, oh what evil had been done by his lies and untruths!

The visitors accepted towels with which to dry off, but they refused food. "We ate already, and you guys don't have enough to share," said Alouzon.

"O Dragonmaster . . ." Kallye's voice broke. "You are alive. Helwych said ..."

Alouzon nodded, but though she smiled rea.s.suringly, her brown eyes were filled with a carefully-banked wrath. "I heard what Helwych said. I'm here to find out what he's doing now, and I'm going to try to fix it."

Gelyya dragged herself back into control, wiped her eyes on her sleeve. Alouzon gave her hand a squeeze. "I'm glad to see you, Gelyya. Hang in there. You did okay in Bandon. You can do it again." She glanced between the midwife and the apprentice. "Okay. Talk. We just got back in country, and the place is a mess. What's been happening?''

Taking turns, Kallye and Gelyya told her as much as they knew of the tale of deceit, rape, and preternatural battle that Gryylth had become. When they were done, Alouzon sighed. Her brown hands lay clenched on the table, but her voice was surprisingly controlled. "Well, that explains what happened to the Specter."

"Indeed, Alouzon," said Wykla. "It explains much."

"But the battles ..." Alouzon shook her head. "It doesn't make sense. Why should they be fighting?"

Manda shrugged, but her eyes were cold. "Helwych betrayed Corrin, then turned on Vaylle and Gryylth. Perhaps he has proved traitorous to the Specter, also."

Alouzon laughed bitterly. "The little s.h.i.t's got b.a.l.l.s, doesn't he?"

Manda turned to the midwife. "Honored lady," she said, "has there been word of Corrin?"

Kallye shook her head. "I am sorry, maiden: there has been none. We have no news these days save what Helwych deems fit for us to know, and there is no travel in Gryylth save by Grayfaces and hounds."

Gelyya spoke up. "Dragonmaster, counsel us. What shall we do? The queen has not been seen in a month and a half, the people are starving, and even if the battles ended tomorrow, there would still be no food."

Alouzon's eyes were on her hands. Kallye knew that she wanted to seize the Dragonsword and, like Gelyya, do something. Anything. The Dragonmaster's mouth worked, but she did not speak.

Kallye looked away. In her mind, she saw the hollow faces of motherless children, the still faces of dead women, the ravaged faces of starving infants. She, too, could not speak. She was certain that, had she tried to form words, she would have screamed instead.

Gelyya pressed. "Please, Dragonmaster."

Alouzon sighed, unclenched her fists. "It's my fault," she said with an effort. "If I hadn't been such a G.o.ddam chicken, a lot of this wouldn't have happened."

"Shall we kill Helwych?" said Wykla. "We entered the town unseen. It should be a simple matter to scale the palisade and enter the Hall."

"Aye," said Manda. "The penalty for treason is death, in Corrin as well as in Gryylth, and for myself I am ashamed that a countryman has proved himself such a wretch."

Alouzon pa.s.sed a hand over her face. "It'd sure be nice, wouldn't it?'' But she shook her head. ' 'Helwych is the only thing standing between the Specter and the towns. If we kill him, I guarantee that the jets will hit Kingsbury and every other inhabited place in Gryylth within the hour.''

Manda stared. "Do we then help the traitor?"

"No," said Alouzon slowly. "I've got another idea. I'll have to deal with the Specter when the time's right. That's my job. But Cvinthil and Darham and the rest are the ones to take out Helwych. And I'm sure that Kyria is going to enjoy s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g that b.a.s.t.a.r.d to the floor." She turned to Kallye. "Relys and Timbrin are in Quay?"

"We do not know for certain, Dragonmaster. They set out nearly a month ago. We pray daily for their safety.''

"Then that's our next stop," said Alouzon. "We'll start tonight, and-"

Kallye was shaking her head. "The guards and the Grayfaces have orders to kill anyone who tries to leave Kingsbury.''

Alouzon smiled without mirth. "If they're running, then they're the enemy, right?"

"Well, yes .

"I've heard it before." Alouzon shrugged. "We'll get out the same way we got in. We'll slit throats if we have to. Given what the boys did to Relys, I don't think we'll mind much." She looked to her companions. "We'll need horses."

"I saw men and horses stationed at the base of the hill," said Wykla.

Alouzon nodded, but her expression softened when she rose and bowed to Kallye and Gelyya. "Thanks for everything," she said. "Thanks a million. I can't give you any advice except to hang on. In about two weeks this place is going to erupt. There's ..." She looked sad. "There's going to be some fighting. I ... can't help that. I'm sorry."

In her face, Kallye saw deep grief, the same grief that she saw every day now in the eyes of mothers bending over the still forms of their children. She took Alouzon's hands. "Even the G.o.ds sometimes find Themselves helpless, dear Dragonmaster."

Alouzon nodded slowly. "Yeah," she said, "they sure do, don't they?"

She embraced the midwife, kissed Gelyya, and, in another minute, she and her companions had vanished into the rainy night.

Heedless of the rain, Gelyya stood at the open door and looked after her. "I love that woman," she said softly, and Kallye saw that the apprentice's fists, like Alouzon's, were balled in the manner of one who wished for a weapon.

Alouzon, Wykla, and Manda struck the outpost at the base of Kingsbury Hill silently, efficiently. The young men in Helwych's service did not realize that they were under attack until they were regaining consciousness several hours later, and though the Gray-faces were more alert, they had no chance to react before Alouzon emptied the magazine of an M16 into them.

The shots were loud, but no alarm was raised on the hill: either the thunder had masked the noise, or gunfire had become an accepted occurrence here in the war zone. "Come on," said Alouzon, unnerved by the lack of response. "Let's move, fast."

Mounted now on war horses, they rode as quickly as they could into the rainy night, following the Roman road that stretched north across the blasted fields. Their way was lit intermittently not only by the flashes of lightning, but also by the distant, unheard detonations of heavy artillery that turned the horizon into black cardboard silhouettes and the clouds into gray cotton; but such travel in the dark was uncertain at best, and as soon as they were well away from Kings-bury Hill and the danger of immediate pursuit, Alouzon called to her companions to slow down.

They picked their way up into the foothills of the Camrann, then, and huddled in the shelter of some blasted trees to await the dawn. It was a miserable camp-wet, fireless, with only peanut b.u.t.ter and jelly sandwiches to eat-and the howls of prowling hounds and the roar of high explosive sounded clearly over the miles: in Gryylth, as in Indochina, the war went on regardless of the weather.

"Get some sleep, you two," said Alouzon. "We start for Quay as soon as it's light."

Manda's face, lined with worry and mud, made her look like an old woman. There had been no word from Corrin. Anything could be happening beyond the remains of the Great Dike. "But then what? Where do we go then? To Corrin? The women's phalanxes are still there, maybe-"

"We're going to Lachrae," said Alouzon.

Manda shook her head. Wykla frowned. "But . . . the curtain wall."

"It's not a problem. Obviously, the Specter can get through it. If the Specter can get through, then Silbakor can too."

"And. . ." Wykla was nodding. "Silbakor can take us to Vaylle."

"Exactly."

Manda was still shaking her head. "But once we are in Vaylle, what then?"

"Then we get Cvinthil and Kyria and the boys, and we come home to kick some a.s.s."

"On Silbakor?"

"Nope." Alouzon folded her arms. It was all coming together, had, in fact, fallen together when she stood in the Temple of Lachrae, an invoked G.o.ddess manifesting in the body of Her devoted priestess. The Grail, she was sure, had seen to it.

"Helwych barred the way back," she said. "But he opened some doors, too. Remember?"

Manda and Wykla suddenly understood. Manda caught her breath. "Through Los Angeles?" she cried. "Oh, Alouzon! That is wonderful!"

Alouzon shrugged. It was a terrible risk, but the Grail, she decided, would come through. It would have to. She could not question it any more. She could not afford it. "The archaeology department will probably never be the same,'' she admitted. ' 'And as for us . . ." She thought of what could happen if the Specter found her, recalled that-by necessity, by the need for an end to this mazed and dialectic-ridden quest-it would have to. "We may not be the same, either."

The sound of machine gun fire drifted across the rooftops of Kingsbury, breaking through the stillness with a noise like a sudden tearing of coa.r.s.e cloth. Helwych's orders were being carried out with greater ruthlessness and efficiency since the attack on the garrison at the base of the hill, but day by day the people were increasingly desperate to flee.

Please click Like and leave more comments to support and keep us alive.

RECENTLY UPDATED MANGA

Martial King's Retired Life

Martial King's Retired Life

Martial King's Retired Life Book 15: Chapter 101 Author(s) : Lee Taibai, Lee太白 View : 1,711,342
Chaotic Sword God

Chaotic Sword God

Chaotic Sword God Chapter 3835: Severed Arm Author(s) : Xin Xing Xiao Yao View : 25,201,992
The Grand Secretary's Pampered Wife

The Grand Secretary's Pampered Wife

The Grand Secretary's Pampered Wife Chapter 742.1: Overprotective Brother Author(s) : Pian Fang Fang, 偏方方, Folk Remedies, Home Remedy View : 571,953
Legend of Swordsman

Legend of Swordsman

Legend of Swordsman Chapter 6353: Star-Grade Special Life Form Author(s) : 打死都要钱, Mr. Money View : 10,250,045
Supreme Magus

Supreme Magus

Supreme Magus Chapter 3414 Thank You (Part 1) Author(s) : Legion20 View : 7,391,211

Dragon Death Part 21 summary

You're reading Dragon Death. This manga has been translated by Updating. Author(s): Gael Baudino. Already has 610 views.

It's great if you read and follow any novel on our website. We promise you that we'll bring you the latest, hottest novel everyday and FREE.

NovelOnlineFull.com is a most smartest website for reading manga online, it can automatic resize images to fit your pc screen, even on your mobile. Experience now by using your smartphone and access to NovelOnlineFull.com