Realm Of Light Part 23

"Caelan, let him go!"

It was Elandra's voice. Caelan hesitated, but then refused to look in her direction. He kept his gaze grimly locked on the back of the boy's head. This was not her business, he told himself.

He lifted his elbow to turn the blade to the most efficient angle. One swift slice, and ...

"In the name of all that's merciful, stop what you are doing," Elandra commanded.

Her voice rang out across the small clearing.

Caelan glared at her, standing nearby. Her eyes were huge in the pale oval of her face.

"He's only a boy," she said. "What are you doing?"

"Little Thyzarenes grow into big ones," Caelan said grimly. "If this one is old enough to kill, he's old enough to be killed."

"You have slain his dragon and wounded him to his soul. That is enough."

"It is not enough!" Caelan shouted. "It will never be enough! He killed my father-"

She came running up to them, close enough now for Caelan to see how red her cheeks were, how furiously her eyes blazed. "This boy is not your enemy."

"All Thyzarenes are-"

She scooped up a double handful of snow and threw it in Caelan's face. "He is not your enemy!" she shouted. "He was not there the day your father died. He is not responsible for your being sold into slavery. Genocide is not justice!"

Caelan glared at her, slowly cooling down. She was right, but he didn't want to admit it. He was furious at her interference. "I will have my revenge."

Elandra didn't flinch. "Then kill him in cold blood if you wish," she said in a raw, scornful voice. "But I will tell you the problem with such a revenge. Once his blood spills hot over your hands, your father's death will not be undone and your guilt will not be one ounce lighter than before."

Caelan scowled, the muscles in his jaw clenching hard. She was right. He wanted to curse her, but she was right. The admission tasted like ashes in his mouth.

Growling, he released the boy and stepped back.

Sobbing, the boy sank into the snow, and Caelan looked at him with disgust.

Then he shot Elandra a resentful look. "Satisfied?"

"Would you jeopardize your soul to avenge a man you didn't really love? A man you said yesterday wasn't your real father?"

Confusion filled him. "d.a.m.n you, will you leave me with nothing?"

"Kill him, then. Kill him because he attacked you. But don't lie to yourself and use false justification."

Caelan refused to look at her. Turning wrathfully on the boy, he gestured. "Get out of here."

The boy, however, didn't move. His dark eyes were locked on Elandra. "Thank you, lady," he said, sketching a little gesture of respect.

"Get out!" Caelan yelled at him.

Uncertainly the boy scrambled to his feet, his gaze shifting back and forth between them. "I cannot leave until my Shierfa is properly mourned."

"If that's your dragon, you can mourn it on your way home," Caelan said without pity. "Start walking. You have a long way to go"

"Caelan, don't," Elandra said. "His dragon was important-"

"Then he shouldn't have attacked me," Caelan said.

"It was sport," the boy said. "Only sport."

Caelan, his rage still barely held in check, turned his glare back on the boy, who blanched. Baring his teeth, Caelan said, "Then when I cut off your Shierfa's head, that was only sport too."

Furious tears filled the boy's eyes. Screaming, he launched himself at Caelan, but Elandra stepped in the way.

"Stop it," she said. "Both of you-"

But the boy threw his arms around her and spun her to face Caelan. As he did so, he pulled a knife from his boot and pressed the point to her side.

"Now, Traulander," he said, his thin, swarthy face alight with triumph, "I have the lady. Stay back!" he warned as Caelan came at him.

Caelan froze, his gaze never leaving the boy's. Rage still flamed inside him, but his mind had gone utterly cold. A Thyzarene could never be trusted. He wouldn't forget that again. And as soon as he got the chance, he would take great pleasure in breaking the brat's spine in half.

Looking both alarmed and angry, Elandra struggled in the boy's grip, only to yelp and suddenly stand very still. All the color drained from her face, and Caelan's rage grew white hot.

Still he held himself in check, making no move, waiting for the right opportunity. He eyed the boy the way a predator eyes its prey. He had all the patience in the world, and nothing would stop him when it was time to attack.

Quietly, his large body lithe and graceful, he began to slowly circle so that the boy was forced to turn to keep facing him.

"Stand still," the boy commanded, "or I will hurt her."

Caelan continued to move, slowly and deliberately. His eyes never left the boy's. "If you hurt her, I will tear out your throat."

Defiance flashed in the boy's face. "I am Kupel," he said proudly. "I am a chieftain's son, and I have captured the empress. Much reward gold will go into my coffers. I will be richer than my father when her ransom is paid for."

And before Caelan could reply to this bold announcement, Kupel lifted the hilt of his knife swiftly to his lips and whistled through a hole in it.

Caelan stepped forward, but with a grin Kupel pressed the knife point to Elandra's side. "Be careful," he warned.

Fuming, Caelan froze again. This was not the opportunity he wanted.

Kupel's grin widened even more. "Now, the others will come."

Chapter Fifteen.

"You're making a mistake," Caelan said.

"No, you are!" Kupel retorted. Tightening his hold on Elandra, he started backing away.

Caelan followed.

"Don't follow me!" Kupel said.

Caelan stopped. He glared at the boy, picking targets in the boy's hide, and wished he had killed him when he had the chance.

Elandra said nothing. Her eyes were big with fear; her face was pale and strained.

He only knew he had to act fast before more Thyzarenes came.

"What makes you think she's the empress?" he asked.

Doubt flashed momentarily in Kupel's eyes; then he sneered. "Very clever. Of course she is. Agents across the empire are looking for her."

"I know nothing about the empress," Caelan said. "But if you think you can trick such agents into paying good imperial gold for my wife, you are a fool."

"Watch what you say," Kupel warned him angrily. "I am not a fool. I hold her, do I not? Eh?"

"You hold her," Caelan agreed.

"Then I am not a fool."

"Fine. But she's still my wife."

Elandra's strained expression lightened. For a moment she nearly smiled. He met her eyes and felt his own guts twist in fear for her.

Don't think about how much you love her, he told himself. He had to concentrate. He could not let his emotions rule him, or he would lose his nerve. he told himself. He had to concentrate. He could not let his emotions rule him, or he would lose his nerve.

"Wife? Huh, maybe," Kupel said with a shrug. "But as empress she will bring big reward."

"If she's my wife, and she's also the empress, that must mean I'm the emperor," Caelan said. He spread out his hands. "Do I look like the emperor?"

Kupel grinned, enjoying the joke, but he didn't loosen his hold on Elandra. "We see her. We know. All people know empress."

"Impossible. She's never been to Trau before. She's certainly never been to your camp."

Kupel backed up a few more steps, keeping Elandra tight against him. Then, never taking his eyes off Caelan, he put his knife between his teeth and dug a coin out of his pocket. He tossed it at Caelan, and whipped his knife back into place at her ribs with another quick grin.

"You see," he said. "You see empress."

Careful to make no sudden moves that might be misinterpreted, Caelan picked up the coin and turned it over. It was a new half-ducat, very shiny, and pocked with teeth marks near the rim where its owner had tested its value. Elandra's profile was stamped on the coin, clear and unmistakable.

"Word has gone out," Kupel said as Caelan's fingers closed hard over the coin. "Empress missing. Stolen by Traulander. We get big reward."

His words were nearly drowned out by the twin bugling of dragons. Glancing up into a sky radiant with new sunlight, Caelan saw the two beasts circling high overhead. Kupel's friends had arrived. Caelan's heart sank.

Elandra chose that moment to stamp sharply on Kupel's instep. Howling with pain, he hopped on one foot, and she rammed her elbow hard into his stomach. When he doubled over, she twisted free. He grabbed at her cloak, but there was an arm's length of distance now between them. Caelan threw his dagger, and it thunked into Kupel's chest.

An astonished look filled Kupel's face; then his eyes rolled up, and he toppled over in the snow. Overhead, one of the dragons roared. Caelan raced across the ground, drawing his sword as he ran, and kicked Kupel over on his back to pull out his dagger.

"Take cover!" he shouted at Elandra. "Get back to the cave, if you can. The trees aren't safe if they start breathing fire."

She nodded, crouching low to pick up Kupel's knife. "I should have let you kill him at the start," she said, then ran in a flurry of long skirts.

He grinned after her, admiring her more than ever. She had been right to stop him; he could admit that now. He would tell her so later, if they survived this. But already one of the dragons was swooping low in her direction. Caelan's heart nearly stopped. Again, he had to consciously shake off his fear. Somehow he had to distract them from her.

He held up Exoner so that its blade flashed in the rising sun. "Cowards of the sky!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. "I have killed your chieftain's son. I have killed Kupel and Shierfa, his dragon. Come and take the Dance of Death with me!"

One of the Thyzarenes howled with anger, and both dragons soared and wheeled in his direction. Caelan braced himself, knowing he could not fight both at the same time. But at least Elandra would have a chance to reach the cave. As long as she remained hidden inside it, the Thyzarenes would not be able to see it, and she would be safe.

"Dragon riders!" Elandra shouted, her voice shrill and clear. "I am the Empress Elandra, your sovereign. Call off your attack, and you will be well rewarded. I carry much gold, much imperial wealth. This I will share with you!"

Caelan groaned, furious with her for not following orders. He risked a glance in her direction and saw her standing in the open, straight and proud. Her arms were lifted, and the sun rose above the treetops at that moment to bathe her in golden radiance. With her auburn hair and gold-colored cloak, she looked like she was made of fire itself, blazing bright in the snow.

Caelan stared at her, momentarily forgetting the attacking rush of the dragons, even as one of them veered off again in her direction. Something primitive and elemental stirred inside him. The hair p.r.i.c.kled on his scalp. What was she, this woman of fire?

Then he was ducking as the remaining dragon swept low over him. Caelan swung his sword, but managed no more than a shallow cut in the dragon's scaled underbelly. Unlike Kupel, an untried boy, this rider and his dragon were battle-scarred and experienced. The dragon's talons raked at Caelan, making him duck again, and its long tail whacked him solidly, knocking him off his feet.

By the time he rolled and came upright again, the dragon had wheeled and was making another pa.s.s. Caelan tried to see what was happening with Elandra, but that distraction cost him a second chance to attack his own opponent. The sharp point of a javelin tip skidded across his breastplate close to his throat, and woke him up.

Caelan jerked aside with a grunt of surprise. Bringing up his sword two-handed, he lunged upward. His breastplate kept him from being impaled on the javelin, and his sword tip cut the rider's arm.

The Thyzarene swore at him, and the hovering dragon whipped its head around, baring its fangs in an attack of its own. But a sharp command sent it lifting before Caelan could cut off its head. Again its tail came at him, but this time he parried with his sword, and drew more dragon blood.

Roaring in pain, the beast flapped its huge leathery wings and swept out of reach. The dragon was already coughing, trying to belch flame.

Caelan turned to run for cover, only to stare as he saw the second dragon hovering only a few feet above the ground in front of Elandra as though pinned there.

Elandra was holding her topaz aloft, and the jewel shone with a bright intense light right into the dragon's iridescent eyes. The creature looked mesmerized, and refused to respond to its rider's angry commands.

Breathless and soaked with sweat, Caelan felt both astonishment and envy. He reached instinctively for his emerald, only to remember he had left it with the Choven. In the past he had foolishly tried using a warding key against the dragons, and that certainly didn't work.

But perhaps there was another way.

He whirled around and threw himself flat as the second dragon sailed over him. Its talons just missed him this time, and the Thyzarene jeered at him contemptuously.

"Can you kill only boys and young dragons?" he yelled.

"Great warrior, what are you doing cringing on your face? Stand and face dragon fire like a man."

The dragon coughed out a spume of fire that would have engulfed Caelan had he not rolled frantically. Scrambling to his feet, he brought up Exoner barely in time to meet a second blast of fire.

Gritting his teeth against the heat, he plunged the blade right at the flames, deflecting them back at the dragon.

Squalling in pain, the dragon flung up its head and reared in panic. It stopped coughing flames, but its beard was on fire, and black burns blistered its hide. Still bellowing, the beast dropped onto the ground and began to run its snout frantically back and forth in the snow.