Dragon Lords Of Valdier: Ambushing Ariel Part 12

Ariel looked at the clear disk with a delighted gleam in her eyes. "Whatever I wish?" She asked biting her lower lip to hide the excited grin.

Mandra drew Ariel into his arms and kissed her deeply right there in the middle of the crowded walkway. "Whatever you wish," he replied huskily.

Ariel brushed an excited kiss against Mandra's lips. Reaching out, she grabbed Zebulon by the hand ignoring her mate's growl of displeasure and took off before he had a chance to change his mind. Precious moved right beside her, snipping at any creature that got to close.

"My lady, I believe you can slow down now. We are far enough away Lord Mandra cannot call you back," Zebulon said as he twisted to miss a Bicephalic who was moving in the opposite direction.

"Where are the best shops?" Ariel asked looking at all the different stalls lining the store fronts. "I want to buy some really s.e.xy lingerie, a couple of s.e.xy dresses that will turn Mandra's blood to fire, and some s.e.xy shoes to go with them."

Zebulon unsuccessfully fought back a groan. Ariel turned on him so fast he had to reach out and grab her to keep from knocking her over. The feel of her curvy figure against his, combined with the thought of her dressed in something more revealing, had his own blood beginning to boil. How his commander could even dream of letting his mate go off with another male was beyond him. It was only Zebulon's sworn oath to protect the royal family and his own sense of honor keeping him from challenging Mandra for Ariel.

Over the past four weeks, he had grown to care deeply for the strange female who was a confusing mixture of softness and steel. He had fought against her daily during her 'morning workouts'. He learned more about her and a new fighting style. He found the new fighting techniques to be so rewarding he was teaching the other warriors. He also was enjoying her sense of humor and the softness she had for wild creatures. She told him about her desire to run a shelter for abused and hurt animals back on her planet. He knew about what she did on the V'ager. Jarak and he had gotten drunk not long after the V'ager returned to the planet. Jarak told him about shipping all the Maratts and Grombots down to Mandra's living quarters after hearing about his lordship's reaction to the white-haired warrior. They laughed about the destruction to his living quarters. Jarak made Zebulon swear not to tell anyone it was his younger brother, Arvo, who finally admitted to bringing the creatures on board. His little brother hoped to make enough profit to buy a mate from a Curizan family who had several daughters. His brother was now making plans to go to the females' world to find one. Jarak admitted he was tempted himself. Now that Zebulon had met one of the females, he could understand. There was something very special about the females' spirit. The fierceness combined with a gentleness kept a warrior intrigued.

"Are you listening to me?" Ariel demand pulling Zebulon back to the fact they were standing in the middle of a busy s.p.a.ceport.

Flushing, Zebulon nodded. "Yes, my lady. I think I know of a place where you can purchase such items," he said hoa.r.s.ely.

Ariel leaned up on her tiptoes and brushed a kiss along Zebulon's chin. "You are such a sweetheart. I wish I could have introduced you to some of my friends at the shelter," she said turning to lean over and kiss Precious who was growling lowly at Zebulon. "Be good, he is my friend and we don't eat friends," she whispered affectionately.

Precious nipped Zebulon in the leg as soon as Ariel turned her back. "I saw that, Precious. Now be nice."

Zebulon looked down at the golden symbiot who was in the shape of a Werecat. "Yes, Precious," he chuckled, "be nice."

Three hours later, Zebulon was ready for a dozen tall drinks. Ice cold, tall drinks that would cool the temperature of his blood. His promise not to leave Ariel alone for even a moment was coming back to haunt him as he sat through her fashion show of 's.e.xy' dresses. It was so bad, he found he had to actually excuse himself to the cleansing room on more than one occasion when she went to change so he could relieve the build-up of pressure in his pants. Even his dragon was panting. Especially when she flashed a little of the rose and gold colored scales of her dragon to see if it 'clashed' with the color of the dress she was wanting to get. h.e.l.l, even his symbiot was in love with Ariel which was confusing the h.e.l.l out of all the warriors because every warriors' dragon and symbiot seemed to like her. There was just something about her that drew the animal part of them to her. It wasn't like he was in love with her. He could tell the difference but he sure as the G.o.ds wouldn't mind f.u.c.king her lush curves.

"Well, what do you think of these?" Ariel said holding up a pair of Saimaa silk lingerie the store owner created using a design Ariel had sketched out.

"My lady, we need to leave. Please have the items delivered to the D'stroyer at Dock 1125 as soon as possible," Zebulon said gruffly.

"I want a dozen in different colors with matching bras to go with the dresses, two of the night gowns I showed you, and some of the other items," Ariel said with a wink at the tiny purple creature that stood on the stool behind the counter.

"I will have it delivered by my son," the soft raspy voice said. "It is a pleasure doing business with you and thank you for sharing your designs. You have my contact information, yes? I meant what I said about paying you for additional designs. I believe these items will become very popular among my clients."

"Of course," Ariel laughed bending over and brushing her lips along the smooth, leathery skin. "I look forward to working with you."

"Please, my lady. I could really use a drink," Zebulon said firmly as he held her forearm in a gentle but firm grip.

"Bye!" Ariel called out as Zebulon dragged her out of the store. "Boy, you must really be thirsty. Where are we going? I could use a cool drink myself."

Zebulon looked down at the happy face staring up at him and shook his head. By the G.o.ds and G.o.ddesses, this human female could drive even the most harden male crazy. Her joy in the simple things, her innocence of her effect on others, and her deliciously shaped body called to the primal male to protect and possess her. Zebulon looked at the growing number of males following them as Ariel stopped at different stalls, smiling and chatting with the merchants as he tried to hurry her along. He growled out for Mandra's symbiot to be attentive to the men following them. He finally pulled Ariel into the small pub he liked to visit. Raising his hand to the barmaid, he quickly ordered several tall, ice coolers. He was determined to find some way to cool his blood, even if it meant getting drunk to do it.

Mandra looked at Adalard in the dim lighting. The Curizan prince's face showed the mark of the latest a.s.sa.s.sination attempt. A long, narrow scar ran from the edge of his cheekbone to his square jaw. Adalard's long hair hung loose around his shoulders and the dark purple of his irises glowed with anger. He was wearing the black leather vest, pants, and boots preferred by the Curizan warriors.

"Your uncle is a dead man," Adalard growled out in a deep, rich voice. "This last attempt on me and my brother's life came a little too close."

Mandra watched as Adalard took a deep swig from the drink in front of him. They were in a hole-in-the-wall pub in one of the less traveled areas of Iduna. Adalard had arrived late. He and three of his royal guards moved into the pub cautiously.

"He has attacked us and our mates," Mandra replied reaching for his own drink.

"Mates? When did that happen? I heard Valdier women were few and far between," Adalard said sitting back and looking at Mandra closely.

Mandra sent a dark look back. "You don't have to look so skeptical. Because we have found women we can true mate with does not mean we do not plan to keep the peace agreement. If anything, it is even more imperative that we do. I do not want my mate going into battle and she and her sisters would," Mandra replied gruffly.

Adalard leaned forward with a fascinated look on his face. "You are joking, yes?"

"No," Mandra replied with a shake of his head and a sigh. "The first time I saw my mate she kicked me in the face. The second time, she knocked me out. The third time, I ended up with a broken nose. Her sisters are just as difficult. One fought against your half-brother, Ben'qumain, and burned him severely enough to escape. The tiny one Trelon claimed fought against almost a dozen skimmers destroying many of them before leading them away from Trelon who was gravely wounded. Kelan was searching for his mate when I left. I heard she found him instead. Raffvin later captured her and sent her to die on a moon near Quitax. The last I heard, she escaped by killing several warriors. Kelan is taking her to get her father on her planet. And the other one, let us just say Creon has his hands full with that little savage. She likes to send at least one of her guards to medical each day."

Adalard studied Mandra silently for a few moments before he chuckled. "She really knocked you out and broke your nose?" He asked.

Mandra grinned back. "She is magnificent."

"I am looking forward to meeting her," Adalard said relaxing for the first time in months. "Now, tell me what you know about your uncle and I will tell you what I know of him."

"Have you heard what he did to Vox?" Mandra began with a gleam in his eye. "I am not sure I can hold that against him. I would love to see how that son-of-a-Werebeast is handling being used as a laborer."

Adalard laughed heartily at the image of Vox, the Sarafin king, being made to work in the mines. "It might do the hot-head some good," he replied before sobering. "Raffvin has to be stopped. The council is getting worried. Several additional attempts to influence or kill those who refuse to join in voting to go to war against the Valdier have taken place against them. Fortunately, the members of the council are not easily intimidated or killed. They still want to know what is being done to stop him."

"He is mad. Trelon told me he has a new weapon," Mandra began looking down at his drink. "It killed several of our guards and destroyed their symbiots."

"What?! How is that possible?" Adalard asked in disbelief. "They are pure energy. We do not even have the means of destroying one. The closest we got was when we captured some of you during the war and separated the warrior from it. Even then, it found a way to survive and get your warriors free."

Mandra growled at the reminder of what some of their warriors endured during the war. "This is different. We have never known of anything that could destroy one either. Raffvin has found a way. This leaves all of us defenseless against him until we can find a way to stop him. Whatever weapon he has needs to be destroyed."

The men talked for a while longer about what they knew. Mandra told Adalard that Creon had gone to find and rescue the Sarafin king and his men. They would need his alliance. Adalard talked about some of the attempts on the council and the last close encounter he had with the a.s.sa.s.sin that had been sent for him. He nodded to the three men standing nearby and told him his twin insisted he bring at least three trusted men with him as a precaution.

Mandra was about to ask how Adalard's brother was when a shaft of warning flowed through him. He closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath, focusing on his symbiot. He saw a group of men standing around his mate who was holding a long stick in her hand and shaking it at them.

Mandra's eyes opened. They glowed a dark, dangerous gold as his dragon fought to get loose. It wanted to protect its mate. It clawed at him, sending waves of sapphire and silver scales over his arms and up his neck.

"What is it?" Adalard said standing up and looking around. The three men with him immediately took a defensive stance.

"My mate is in danger," Mandra snarled.

Mandra was already moving toward the entrance to the pub where four of his own men were positioned outside. Adalard kept pace with him as he moved through the dark alleys into the more popular section of Iduna. Mandra let his symbiot guide him as he moved to the location of his mate. The thick crowds parted when they saw the huge warriors moving toward them. Mandra rounded the corner, turning to the right. He could see a crowd had gathered around a well-known pub. Some were cheering while others were placing bets.

He slowed when he heard his mate's voice rise above the others. "Now boys, I really don't want to have to hurt anyone else. Just let my friends go and we'll call it even. Maybe have a nice drink together, play a game of darts, I can even teach you about a game called poker if you can replicate a deck of cards."

Mandra and Adalard shoved their way through the crowd, throwing the ones who didn't move fast enough. Both men stopped when they saw Ariel surrounded by four men. Precious was standing guard in front of several small cages on a nearby table. Zebulon held a huge Tridactylum, a huge slimy creature with a long body, flat pointed head and three-toes on its vestigial limbs, around the neck trying to keep it away from either Ariel or the cages, Mandra wasn't sure which.

"This that your mate?" Adalard asked in amazement staring at Ariel's rounded curves, long, white blonde hair, and sparkling brown eyes.

"Yes," Mandra muttered.

"Why is your symbiot standing in front of the Tasiers? Does it like them? They are delicious but I did not think a symbiot ate. I would have thought it would be protecting your mate," Adalard asked as he watched the small, pale female move suddenly in a graceful turn.

Mandra cursed and Adalard's eyes widened as she swung the long stick over her head while kicking out one of her legs in an unusual move that forced the four males surrounding her to move back. One of the men moved forward suddenly grabbing at the stick while another tried to grab Ariel. The one reaching for her missed as she turned. She struck him across the back of the head with the stick hard enough to break it in half and sent the male crashing to the floor. Mandra and Adalard both took a step forward to help her with the other male but stopped as that male went flying over her shoulder and into the crowd as she twisted again at the last minute releasing the long stick he held onto. She had used her hands and legs to toss the male over her shoulder, stick and all, onto a chair which shattered under his weight and forced the crowd to move hurriedly in all directions forcing them back. Both men followed Ariel as she rolled, scooped up the stick and hit the male three times in rapid succession... once in the throat, once in the chest, and the last time in the groin. Adalard and Mandra both sucked in a sympathetic breath as the male rolled in agony unable to scream because of the damage to his throat. The crowd loved it. A loud roar went up as credits were exchanged.

Two of the other men decided to move in on her at the same time. Ariel twisted raising one leg striking one of the men in his nose before hitting him across the face with the broken stick. She punched out with her fists and legs at the other. Once the one man she hit with the stick dropped down to the floor, she swung around in a flying leap nailing the other man across the temple sending him across a table. He landed on the other side rolling. When he sat up, she nailed him between the eyes with a bottle she grabbed off a nearby table. Adalard watched as the male's eyes crossed before he collapsed backwards to the floor again. The last man came up behind her while she was focused on throwing the bottle and wrapped his four arms around her, locking her arms to her sides.

Mandra's harsh snarl of rage filled the air. He felt the change try to come over him at the same time as his mate used her head to smack the male holding her in the nose and mouth. The male stumbled backwards into a table which collapsed under his weight. Mandra didn't wait to see what his mate would do next. He had seen enough. He moved forward to grip the two males struggling back to their feet by the neck and tossed them into the crowd.

"Zebulon!" Mandra roared in rage as he moved to the last one who was trying to untangle himself from the broken table. "You were supposed to protect her!"

"I'm trying to!" Zebulon snarled back. "Do you have any idea how many males have been following her? And, you forgot to mention how stubborn and protective your mate is of small creatures!"

A series of rasping snorts filled the air from the Tridactylum Zebulon was holding. Zebulon made a series of snorts back before he released the creature with a disgusted look on his face. The front of his uniform was coated in slime. He now needed a bath and more than a couple of drinks.

The Tridactylum who had originally sold Ariel the Tasiers decided it wanted to not only keep the tasty creatures but it wanted to buy Ariel after seeing the crowd of males attracted to her. When Zebulon informed it that Ariel was not for sale and the purchase for the Tasiers was completed and would not be undone, it decided it would just take her. Zebulon found himself in a wrestling match with the slimy species who was trying to get to Ariel. That was when the other four males decided to take advantage of his distraction to capture Ariel who was busy looking over her newest purchase. Personally, Zebulon was ready to hand Ariel and all her purchases over to Mandra to deal with for a while.

Well, maybe not all, Zebulon thought as he remembered the dark sapphire dress with the plunging neckline.

Ariel stood still looking around as the crowd slowly began to disperse. She turned and walked over to Zebulon. Ignoring the slime covering the front of him, she gripped his cheeks between her hands and gave him a big kiss right on the lips with a whispered word of thanks. She then walked over to Precious and did the same thing.

Adalard considered the dark look on Mandra's face as it flushed and wondered if he should place a bet on how long Zebulon was going to live. Only when the female stood up and walked up to Mandra did he release his breath in a chuckle that turned into a deep laugh.

"Hi honey, guess what I bought," Ariel said sweetly wrapping her arms around his neck.

"No, Ariel. Absolutely not! You cannot have them," Mandra gritted out as he wound his arms protectively around Ariel's curvy figure and drew her close.

Ariel raised a delicate eyebrow and waited. "Ariel, please understand. I am commander of a warship. Animals do not belong on it," Mandra said determinedly.

Ariel just kept looking at him without saying a word. "Ariel, Tasiers are a tasty food," Mandra continued trying not to look into Ariel's big brown eyes which were wide with a slight pleading look. "They are nocturnal and make a lot of noise when you try to sleep," Mandra added desperately not liking the dogged look creeping into her eyes.

Mandra glanced down at his mate's unyielding face and knew it was a losing battle. "I will have Zebulon transport them to the warship," he muttered in resignation.

Ariel smiled tenderly as she reached up and kissed Mandra's pouty lips. "Thank you," she whispered. "They aren't the only things I bought," she added huskily.

Mandra groaned as he felt Ariel teasingly rub her body up against his before pulling away to watch Zebulon order some of the men to take the cages to the warship. He ignored Adalard's speculative look as he ushered his mate through the crowd and out of the pub. He wondered what new surprises awaited him. He forgot to mention that Tasiers also reproduced at an alarming rate. He could only hope the creatures in the cages were separated by gender or he was going to have a bigger problem on his hands.

None of the men noticed the narrow eyes greedily following Ariel as they left. The cloaked figure enjoyed the view of the soft curves and long white hair of the female. He also liked the fact that she could fight. The idea of tangling with her sent waves of desire rushing through his body. It was obvious the Valdier male had laid claim to the unusual female. Perhaps it was time for the male to be challenged.

It had been a long, long time since he found something interesting enough for him to fight for, Bahadur thought, a long, long time.

Chapter 18.

"Where are we going now?" Ariel asked later that evening as she carefully dried the last of the six Tasiers.

She picked up a brush and began brushing the soft fur while Mandra, who had already showered, sat across from her on the bed with an unhappy frown on his face. She was working on the last two when he came into their living quarters a short while ago and wanted to get her little ones clean before she got her shower. It had taken her a little longer than she expected because they didn't care at first for their bath.

"We have one more stop before we arrive in the Curizan home world of Pax. You probably will not be able to leave the warship. It will be too dangerous. Besides, there is nothing there except desert. I am looking for someone who might be able to help us locate Raffvin," he said picking up one of the Tasiers who was trying to dig under his pillow.

He set it back down on the floor. It hopped over to Ariel who pulled it up next to her where it snuggled between her and the side of the chair. He was more interested in Ariel modeling some of the new things she bought. Zebulon told him he owed him big time for the torture he endured taking Ariel shopping. At first, Mandra thought he was talking about having to fight the Tridactylum. Zebulon quickly corrected him with a detailed description of some of the items Ariel modeled and told him of the things she didn't. He had never seen his head of security and close friend so fl.u.s.tered before.

"Ariel," Mandra called out in a low, husky tone.

Ariel's head jerked up at the deeper sound in her mate's voice. Ariel's dragon stirred at the sound, recognizing her mate as well. Her eyes widened when she saw the dark gold flames burning bright with desire.

"I need you," he whispered roughly. "I wish to see some of the items you purchased. Will you model them for me?"

Ariel's eyes glittered with excitement and her lips curved with a knowing grin. Somebody was h.o.r.n.y and wanted to be teased. She thought back to some of the items she purchased and knew just the one to start with. She leaned down placing the two Tasiers on the floor and stood up.

"Darling, you get comfortable and I'll give you a Victoria's Secret modeling session you won't forget," Ariel said with a seductive curve to her lips.

Ariel quickly bundled up her purchases and moved into the bathroom. She took a quick shower and pulled out some of the silky lingerie she purchased. For once, Ariel was glad she was on the curvy side. Mandra seemed to like her curves from the way he was always running his hands over them. She pulled out the sapphire blue dress with the plunging front and back. She couldn't wear a bra with this dress and the dressmaker had never heard of double-sided tape so she would have to be careful about bending over in it. The color reminded her of Mandra's scales which was why she chose it. The dress hugged her curves without making her feel like she was poured into it which was another plus. She slipped on the three-inch heels that matched the dress. Pulling her hair up into a twisted knot, she found that elegant but s.e.xy look she was trying for. She didn't have any makeup. Looking in the mirror, she decided she didn't need any. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement and her eyes were glowing with dark golden-brown flames adding enough color, she thought.

Taking a deep breath, she moved out of the room. Ariel stood frozen by the door when she saw Mandra. He was lying on top of the covers of their bed naked and hard. She swallowed over the lump in her throat and decided hands-down he won the fashion show by not wearing a thing.

"Holy s.h.i.t, you're beautiful!" Ariel whispered hoa.r.s.ely. Her eyes were glued to Mandra's huge c.o.c.k which was bobbing up and down as she watched.

Mandra's own groan filled the air as his eyes took in the plunging neckline and the way the silky dark blue dress clung to his mate's curves. He was going to have to kill Zebulon. He liked his friend but the thought of Zebulon seeing his mate in that dress was enough to send his own blood to a high boil. Mandra's dragon release a long, low rumble of pleasure.

You take mate with you. I want my mate. Been too long, his dragon rumbled out looking at the glowing, golden-brown flames.

His eyes darkened further as he watched Ariel's tongue dart out to lick her lips. He followed the tiny pink tip as it moved slowly from the center of her top lip all the way around until she let it move back and forth along the bottom. Each swipe of her tongue caused him to grow harder until he could feel the pre-c.u.m bead on the tip of his c.o.c.k. He turned from where he was leaning against the headboard and sat up. If she wouldn't come to him, he was going to go to her. Before he could move any further she took a step toward him followed by another and another until she was standing next to the bed.

Ariel's eyes followed the dew forming on the thick, rounded end in fascination. She moved forward without thinking sinking slowly down next to the bed on her knees between his. She lifted her hands to run them up his thickly muscled thighs, sc.r.a.ping them lightly with her nails as she moved higher and higher.

Ariel released a soft sigh as she leaned forward unaware that the front of her dress opened to tease him as he looked down on her. A harsh groan filled the air and she paused to look up at Mandra's face. Her breath caught at the intense desire in the taut lines as he fought to hold himself still under her exploration. She smiled as she slid her hands up. She wrapped one hand as far as she could around his c.o.c.k while she moved the other one up over his flat, muscled stomach. Looking down again, she leaned a little further and ran the tip of his moist c.o.c.k around her lips lightly before she opened her mouth and let his hard length caress her tongue.

"G.o.ds, Ariel! You are going to kill me," Mandra bit out harshly. "I have never seen such a beautiful sight before."

Ariel's gaze flickered up where it collided with Mandra's burning one. Her eyes glowed with delight as she began a systematic a.s.sault on him. She wanted to see him lose his tight self-control. She wanted to see him mindless with pa.s.sion and need. She wanted to hear him as she took him to places only she could. She pumped his c.o.c.k at the same time as she swallowed more and more of his length until she could feel it touch the back of her throat at times. Determined to make this an experience he would never forget, she tilted her head and took him at different angles. When she felt his o.r.g.a.s.m building she pulled back slightly before bringing him to the edge again. She heard the sound of tearing but ignored it as she felt her own body responding to his. Her panties were soaked as her own juices built in response to his heavy pants and mutter words. Moving up and down, she felt the moment when he lost control, his body shook intensely before she felt his hands in her hair holding her head still while he roared out.

Mandra could not believe how incredible Ariel looked and felt as she knelt between his legs. He did not know what he did to deserve her but he thanked the G.o.ds and G.o.ddesses for bringing her into his life. The shimmering sapphire dress she wore was the exact color of his scales. Seeing her in it knocked the breath out of him as it brushed against her pale skin. Seeing her kneeling in front of him with the front gapping just enough to give him a tantalizing glimpse of her full b.r.e.a.s.t.s was enough to make him lose his mind. As she moved back and forth, he could see his c.o.c.k disappearing inside her mouth while teasing views of her rosy nipples taunted him to take them, f.u.c.k them, claim them. His hands fisted in the covers of their bed in a desperate attempt to not thread them through her hair and hold her while he pumped her rosy lips. When she brought him to the precipice then stopped only to bring him there again and again it was more than he could take. The delicate fabric covering their bed shredded as he shifted enough to dig his claws into the bedding so he wouldn't hurt her. He felt the pressure building deep inside him. He fought for control as his b.a.l.l.s drew tighter and his body began to shake as he lost his battle to remain in control. The explosion of fire as his o.r.g.a.s.m burst through his body ripped a harsh roar from him as he came deep inside his mate's hot, moist mouth. The feel of her throat closing around his shaft as she swallowed caused him to continue to release until he felt like she was pulling his very soul from his body. His grip loosened and he fell backwards across the bed, throwing one arm over his eyes as he gasped for air.

"By the G.o.ds, I've died and been reborn," Mandra whispered as he drew in huge gulps of air.

"You like that, uh?" Ariel asked smugly as she climbed up off the floor and made her way up her mate's heated body. She licked her lips as Mandra slowly moved his arm until it lay above his head. "I liked it, too," she whispered as she leaned down over him and pressed a light kiss against the corner of his mouth before pulling back to look down at him again.

Mandra smiled up at the flushed face of his mate. She thought he was done. This was just the beginning. His dragon was determined to take his mate one way or another. Mandra felt the dragon's fire building to an explosive level inside him as his dragon fought for control. His mate was about to learn what it meant to 'play with fire'... dragon's fire, that is. He raised one arm up slowly to brush a strand of silky white-blonde hair that had come undone from the twisted knot she had put it up in. Gripping her neck, he pulled her down to him in a slow, deliberate move.

"I did not like it," Mandra whispered against Ariel's lips, "I loved it. Now, it is my turn."

Ariel gasped as Mandra shifted his head to run his lips down along her jaw. As soon as he reached her neck, he tightened his grip on her and struck. He sank his teeth deep into her and he began breathing the dragon's fire. It scorched them both as it raced through them, pa.s.sing from one to the other in a flaming wave of heat and fire.