The Last Dragonslayer Part 16

'You can kill the Dragon earlier than is expected. Our spies tell us Brecon is unprepared; we can sweep across the lands before he even realises it. Dead Dragon now, dead Dragon later, what's the difference? How about Sat.u.r.day at teatime? Do we have a deal?'

'No.'

But the King had not yet given up.

'I will make you a rich woman, Miss Strange. Richer than you can imagine. I will also pledge fifty thousand moolah to the Troll Wars Widows fund. In addition, I was talking just recently to my useless brother. He tells me that you have... foundling problems over at Kazam. Do what I ask and I shall release you and your a.s.sistant from your indentured servitude. You will both be free citizens, my dear.'

I fell silent. I had only four years to run, but Tiger had nine. I looked across at him, but he was busy doing the filing.

'I'm waiting for your answer, Miss Strange,' said the King. 'I am a generous man, but also an impatient one. Cash, freedom, and a t.i.tle. What will it be?'

'No,' I said at last.

'What?'

'The life of a Dragon is not for sale at any price not even for freedom. It is due to your your intransigence that Troll Wars widows are reduced to begging at all. I reject your offer and will never compromise my position as Dragonslayer to a.s.sist your military conquests. Not now, not ever.' intransigence that Troll Wars widows are reduced to begging at all. I reject your offer and will never compromise my position as Dragonslayer to a.s.sist your military conquests. Not now, not ever.'

There was renewed silence for a moment.

'You disappoint me, my dear. I hope you will not regret your decision.'

The line went dead. I looked up. Tiger was staring at me.

'Did you just turn down an offer from him to lift your servitude?'

'No,' I said, feeling a bit stupid, 'I turned it down for both of us.'

'Hmm,' he said after a moment's thought. 'I hope this Dragon friend of yours is worth it.'

'I don't know,' I said. 'The Mighty Shandar's recorded message told me not to trust men or or Dragons. I know I can't trust Snodd and the Earl of Tenbury. Brian Spalding is dead and Zambini indisposed. The only thing to trust is my own gut feeling, and that tells me Maltca.s.sion is the one to follow. If I'm wrong, I apologise now.' Dragons. I know I can't trust Snodd and the Earl of Tenbury. Brian Spalding is dead and Zambini indisposed. The only thing to trust is my own gut feeling, and that tells me Maltca.s.sion is the one to follow. If I'm wrong, I apologise now.'

'No apology necessary,' replied Tiger cheerfully. 'Sister a.s.sumpta bet me a moolah I wouldn't last the week, but aside from that, I'll only be back where I started.'

He was taking it quite well, all things considered.

'I need to somehow level the playing fields,' I said, mostly to myself. 'War can always be averted you just have to find out how.'

'You know what you should do?'

'Strike Lady Mawgon on the back of the head with a cabbage?'

'A fine idea but I was thinking you should speak to the Duke of Brecon and tell him his army is seriously outnumbered and outgunned.'

'Tricky,' I said, 'not to mention treasonous. I preferred the cabbage idea. But you're right,' I added, 'the problem is, how? All the phone lines between the two states were cut years ago and the border is closed.'

'Jenny,' said Tiger, 'what does a Dragonslayer care about borders?'

I waited until the evening and then drove up to the Dragonlands. I left my car in one of the improvised car parks, then walked past the droning generators that were running the large floodlights that illuminated the edge of the Dragonlands. The landships had been brought to the front and stood silent against the night sky, giant tracked machines of iron and steel that could plough their way through a town and ford the widest river without so much as pausing, each one capable of carrying two hundred soldiers and enough firepower to attack even the most robustly held defences. But despite appearances, they weren't invincible. Many lives had been lost in these towers of iron during the disastrous campaign that became known as the Fourth Troll War.

It had simply been one more campaign against the Trolls in order to push them back into the far north. For this, the Ununited Kingdoms had put aside their differences and a.s.sembled eighty-seven landships, and sent them to 'soften up' the Trolls before a planned invasion by infantry the following week. The landships had breached the first Troll wall at Stirling and arrived at the second Troll wall eighteen hours later. The last radio contact was shortly after they had opened the Troll Gates, and then nothing. The generals ordered the infantry to advance rapidly to the front to 'a.s.sist where possible', and not one of them was ever seen again.

The final toll of those 'lost or eaten in action' was close to a quarter of a million men and women. The invasion was called off, the first Troll wall rebuilt, and plans for the invasion of the Trolls' territory postponed.

I threaded my way through the crowds who were all ready and waiting in case the Dragon died early and the force-field fell. They were all holding stakes, mallets and lengths of string. All that was required was to enclose a section of land and peg a claim form to the gra.s.s with your name and signature. It was part of the Dragonpact. I had to push as I neared the boundary; I was sworn at several times. I eventually popped out in the fifty feet or so of empty s.p.a.ce between the crowds and the marker stones. I looked to left and right; the area was being patrolled by members of the elite Imperial Guard.

'Jennifer!' hissed a voice. I turned to see Wizard Moobin, who was standing with Brother Stamford next to the ma.s.sive tracks of a landship.

'h.e.l.lo, Wizard Moobin,' I said, glad to see a friendly face. 'Don't tell the crowds who I am, there'll be a riot.'

'Don't worry. Look at this.'

He showed me the Shandarmeter. The needle was almost off the scale.

'More magic?'

'And how. Every hour that pa.s.ses the meter jumps another five hundred Shandars.'

'Where is it coming from?'

'Here, there, everywhere everywhere. I don't know.'

I had a thought.

'How much power do you need to start a Big Magic?'

'I don't know.'

'Make a guess.'

'At least least ten million Shandars.' ten million Shandars.'

'And at this rate, when would you expect the combined wizidrical energy to exceed that?'

'Yes,' he said, getting my drift, 'Sunday around noon.'

'The time of the predicted Dragondeath. Don't tell me it's all a coincidence.'

'I think not,' replied Moobin. 'But all that energy has to come from somewhere somewhere. There aren't ten million Shandars of power on the planet. The most generous estimate of the world's power is barely five, and that includes the power locked up in those marker stones. Even with every magician on the planet we'd still be at least three mega-Shandars short. I think the rate of increase will level out and leave us short by a long way. And even if we do get ten million Shandars of power around the Dragonlands, no one's sure how we might be able to channel it.'

'We've still got a couple of days,' I said. 'I'll see you later.'

I walked rapidly across the empty gra.s.s area, ignoring the guard who yelled at me to halt. There was a gasp from the crowd as I pa.s.sed through the boundary. I ran through the soft turf and was soon in the relative quiet of the Dragonlands. It was dark but a full moon had risen. I didn't suppose I would have much trouble finding my way to the other side of the Dragonlands, to where the lands bordered those of the sworn enemy of the King of Hereford: the Duke of Brecon.

The Duke of Brecon

The Duchy of Brecon was a place I had never visited. Stories of the iniquity of the Duke of Brecon were common in the Kingdom and I was taking no chances as regards the Duke's possible treachery. As soon as I thought I had walked far enough I descended the hill and came face to face with Brecon's troops, who were very surprised to see me but soon guessed who I was; most people watched the same news channels, and the Yogi Baird show was syndicated everywhere.

'I wish to meet with the Duke of Brecon,' I said to an officer who came running up.

'I shall take you to him, gracious Dragonslayer,' said the officer, bowing low.

'No,' I replied, staying safely behind the buzzing marker stones, 'I would be grateful if the Duke would come to see me.'

The officer told me that the Duke didn't make house calls, but when he saw I was adamant, ran off. I sat down on the gra.s.s and waited while the soldiers asked me what it was like to live in the Kingdom of Hereford, where they had heard the roads were paved with gold, cars were given away free with breakfast cereals and a man could make a million pounds in a year selling string. I tried to put them right and it wasn't long before they all drew apart as a tall man dressed in a heavy greatcoat walked up the hill towards us. He had with him three aides-de-camp, all dressed in the costume of the Breconian Royal Guard. All of the foot soldiers were cleared back so we could talk in private, and for a moment we both stood there, facing each other across the humming boundary. One of the aides-de-camp took it upon himself to make a formal announcement.

'May I present his Worshipfulness, his Worthiness, his Beauteous-'

'That's enough!' The Duke of Brecon smiled in a kindly fashion. 'Miss Strange, I am at your service; my name is Brecon. Please join me.'

He clicked his fingers and two chairs and a table were carried up and placed upon the gra.s.s. The table was set with a candelabra and a bowl of fruit.

'Please!' he said, indicating the chair.

I was suspicious and stayed behind the boundary marker where he could not reach me. He nodded his head and strode over to where I was standing, tossed some dust into the barrier to see where it was and held out his hand just inches from the force-field.

'Then allow me to shake the hand of the last Dragonslayer?'

I put out my hand almost instinctively, through the force-field, and grasped his. It was a mistake. He held my hand tightly and pulled me through to his side of the boundary, and I cursed myself for falling for such a stupid trick. I had expected to be set upon but instead the Duke released me.

'You are free to return, Miss Strange. I only did that to show that you could trust me.'

Not one of his people moved as Brecon sat at the table.

'Come,' he said, 'sit with me, and we will talk like civilised human beings.'

From television reports and the papers I had always supposed him an ogre of a man, but he seemed quite the opposite. To be truthful, those news stations were were Hereford- and state-controlled so I reasoned there was a natural bias involved. I sat down opposite him. Hereford- and state-controlled so I reasoned there was a natural bias involved. I sat down opposite him.

'I take many risks in coming to see you, my Lord,' I began. 'I want to avoid war at all costs.'

The Duke tapped his fingers on the table.

'Your King thinks ill of me for wanting to expand my territory into the Dragonlands when Maltca.s.sion pa.s.ses on. He does not appreciate that my Kingdom is one tenth the size of his and considerably poorer. But Snodd's designs are not wholly centred on the Dragonlands. He has been looking for a good reason to invade my country for years; if a battle starts on the Dragonlands it will end in only one way for me: the invasion of our territory and an end to the Duchy of Brecon. Wales is suffering disunity at present, and would be a walkover for King Snodd. I would expect this to be the first step in a potential invasion. Snowdonia might put up a fight, but Hereford has many friends in the east who might willingly form an alliance the tourism dollars of the mountainous nation alone are potentially worth billions.'

'The King would never do that!'

'Alas, I think he might. You are too young to remember the previous king's annexation of the Monmouth Princ.i.p.ality on the grounds of historical ownership, but I am not. Snodd is looking to increase and consolidate his lands, and I will not let him do it.'

'I think you're wrong.'

'He has thirty-two landships,' remarked Brecon, 'when it would take only one to crush my small duchy. Think about it, Miss Strange.'

Brecon's words had the ring of truth about them. It had always been thought that the King of Hereford simply liked having parades, but perhaps there was a more insidious reason for his love of military hardware.

'How will you react?' I asked. 'When the force-field comes down?'

Brecon stared at me for a moment.

'Come Maltca.s.sion's demise we do not aim to move into the Dragonlands at all.'

'Then what are the soldiers for?'

'Defence,' replied the Duke, 'pure and simple.'

'Why are you telling me all this?' I asked, not understanding why Brecon should be giving me delicate state secrets.

'I tell you because I know I can trust you. The Dragonslayer is historically a neutral party, belonging to no kingdom, making no decision for one dominion in favour of another. King Snodd appears a fool but is well advised I suspect he has offered you inducements to help stake claims within the Dragonlands.'

I thought of the promises that King Snodd had made to me, the land, money, freedom and t.i.tle in exchange for staking his claim.

'So you will make me a better offer?' I asked, thinking naively that Snodd and Brecon were different fleas on the same Quarkbeast.

'No,' a.s.serted the Duke, 'I offer you nothing and will pay you nothing. Not one Breconian groat. I simply ask you to abide by the rules of your calling.'

I noticed that several excavators were starting to build large defensive ditches for the expected invasion on Sunday afternoon. It would be a waste of time. Landships would pa.s.s over them as if they were not there. Brecon had nothing compared to the military might of King Snodd.

'It will be bows and arrows against the lightning,' I told him.

'I know,' replied Brecon sadly, 'my artillery will barely dent the landships. But we will fight to maintain our freedom. I will be here, next to my men, defending my beloved country to the last shot in my revolver, and the final breath in my body.'

'I wish you luck, Sire.'

He thanked me but said nothing. He had a lot of work to do. I returned to the Dragonlands deep in thought. Right now, I couldn't see anything but bad news in every direction. And it suddenly struck me that everyone kept forgetting about Maltca.s.sion himself, even though he was at the heart of everything that was happening. And the fact remained that the pre-cogs had spoken of a Dragon death at the hand of a Dragonslayer. Destiny had me killing Maltca.s.sion at noon on Sunday. But the fact of the matter was, if Maltca.s.sion didn't transgress the Dragonpact, I didn't have to.

I slipped back to Zambini Towers to tell Tiger what had happened. More sorcerers and magicians had arrived, and a party seemed to be going on. All the retired magicians of the lands were making their way to the small kingdom, following an instinct to lend whatever power they had to the Big Magic.

Dragon Attack

I was awakened by Gordon van Gordon, who was pulling on my sleeve and urging me to wakefulness. I had been dreaming of Dragons again, but not all the dreams were good ones. Maltca.s.sion had been looking at me with a grim expression, explaining what it meant to him to be a Dragon, but I hadn't really been listening and missed something important, which annoyed me.

'What's that noise?' I asked.

'It's the red phone.'

'I don't have a red phone. And what are you doing in Zambini Towers?'

'We're not in Zambini Towers.'

He was right. I was in the Dragonstation. I hurried downstairs. The red phone was kept under a gla.s.s dome a little like a sandwich cover just next to the sword Exhorbitus, and the phone was wailing slowly to itself. If a Dragon had done something wrong, then this was how a Dragonslayer would know about it. With shaking hand I picked up the receiver and listened intently. The news was not what I had wanted to hear.

It was five in the morning, and the low sun was just spreading its rays across the land as I drove towards Longtown, a town right on the edge of the Dragonlands. A 'Police line do not cross' tape was stretched across the road near the castle, and I parked the Rolls-Royce next to a large contingent of police cars. I introduced myself to a policewoman, who guided me among the many emergency personnel and news crews. The road underfoot was awash with water and the sheer number of fire appliances made me uneasy.