Legends of the Dragonrealm, Vol. III (53 page)

Kyl did not think so. “If anyone can persssuade him, it isss
you
, Massster Bedlam! Give him my reasssons for requesssting thisss. Tell him that I know that we have not dealt well with one another before thisss and that I think it isss very much time that we made the effort.”

Again there was the nod of the head, the sign that Kyl would not be swayed in this matter. He knew also that he could trust Cabe to make the request of Darkhorse. The warlock sometimes wished that the half-elf who had raised him had not been so brutally honest. Cabe
would
make the request, no matter how uncertain he was as to the wisdom of it.

He could only hope that Darkhorse laughed at it. Adding the eternal to the meeting between the two monarchs threatened to replace the carefully organized affair with a haphazard, tense confrontation.

Was
that
what Kyl wanted?

“I’ll see what I can do for you, Kyl. Darkhorse can be anywhere; you know that as well as I do. It may prove impossible to locate him in time, much less pass on your request to him.”

“I have faith in you, Massster Bedlam.” The drake rose, each movement graceful and swift, like a cat. “My Lord Green, if there isss nothing elssse requiring my immediate attention, it isss time for my riding lesssons. Masssters Ssarekai and Ironshoe have been teaching me some of the more sssubtle differencesss between handling a drake and riding a horssse.” He scratched his chin. “I have been thinking of riding one of the latter when I enter Talak. Much more graceful and regal than a riding drake, albeit not nearly ssso deadly looking. I have not made up my mind which would be preferable.”

The master of the Dagora Forest shook his helmed head. “No, my liege. I have said what I came to sssay. I thank you for your time and trouble.”

“Not at all.” To his brother, Kyl added, “Grath, I will need to sssee you later.”

Both drakes bowed to their future emperor. Cabe settled for a respectful appearance. He could not bring himself to bow, no matter how agitated he sensed the Green Dragon had become upon noticing the human’s action. The dragon heir did not even seem to notice. He simply turned away and vanished into the labyrinth.

After a pause, the Dragon King straightened. He looked down at the warlock. “You should bow when he leaves, friend Cabe.” When his companion would not answer him, the dragon turned toward Grath. “Well, my prince. Do you still desssire to speak with me? I have a little time to spare before I must depart for my kingdom.”

“If I would not be disturbing you, Lord Green.”

“Of courssse not.”

Cabe, not desiring any animosity to remain between himself and the one Dragon King he trusted, suggested, “My children made mention of Mistress Belima before, my lord. I can assure you that she’s found time to make some of the meat pies you find so fascinating. That may be because they’re also Grath’s favorites, I believe.” A look from the young drake indicated complete agreement. “Perhaps you would care for a light meal. I’m certain that Grath would be interested.”

That lightened the mood. They all knew of the young drake’s near obsession with the pies. It was considered something of a miracle that Grath remained so fit.

The Green Dragon willingly took the peace offering. “That would be quite sssatisssfactory. Perhaps I can alssso use the opportunity to convince the woman to return to my servicesss.”

“You’ll face the full population of the Manor if you try that, including some very adamant youngsters!”

“Then, I shall sssimply have to visit more often.”

“Shall I lead us back now, Master Bedlam?” At mention of the meal, Grath had become animated again. Yet again, Cabe marveled at the transformation the younger drake went through each time he and his brother separated. It was as if there were two Graths.

He almost wished there
were.
If Kyl were only more like Grath, Cabe knew that he would feel better about the upcoming visits. Yet, it was more likely the drakes would accept someone like Kyl. Grath might just be too human for them. In truth, the warlock knew that despite his misgivings concerning the dragon heir, Kyl was more likely to be able to control the Dragon Kings than his younger sibling.

Now if only someone could control Kyl
, the warlock thought, then instantly regretted even considering the notion. That was one of the dangers both he and the Green Dragon feared. Once upon the throne,
would
Kyl prove to be the emperor that was needed, or would he fall victim to the twisted advice of one or more of the deadlier Dragon Kings?

Cabe belatedly realized Grath was still waiting for an answer to
his
question. The blue-robed sorcerer waved a hand at his charge, forced on a smile, and said, “Lead on! I’m beginning to feel a bit hungry myself!”

“This way, then, Lord Green. Master Bedlam.”

As they followed the drake, Cabe’s eyes strayed to the empty bench. Gone instantly were considerations concerning dangers to the ascension; instead, the warlock recalled two young folk sitting much too close to one another. The image reminded him that he had a personal reason for seeing Kyl safely through the visitations and the coronation. Kyl in his role as Gold, Dragon Emperor, would be far away, so far, in fact, that he might as well be on one of the moons. Cabe knew that what he wanted was selfish and likely prejudiced, but it was more than what Kyl was that made the master sorcerer desire him far from Valea. It was also
who
the dragon heir was, meaning the mind behind the exotic countenance. Perhaps it was simply the fear of a concerned parent, but he did not trust whatever intentions the handsome drake might have for his daughter. Telling Valea that, however, would avail him naught. She was just old enough to understand and just young enough not to listen. There
were
tales, some of them with much credence to back them up, of drakes and humans marrying and raising young. It
was
possible, according to what Cabe knew. Possible but unthinkable.

Maybe I’m just imagining things. Maybe my own fears are making me see something that isn’t there.
Yet, Gwendolyn, too, had expressed such worries. Could they
both
be imagining it?

This was not the time for personal matters, he told himself. As dear as his family was to him, the fate of the entire realm waited on the outcome of this venture with Kyl and the throne. Whatever was or was not happening between his daughter and the drake
had
to be secondary.

Cabe hoped he would be able to remember that in the weeks to come.

III

“WELL, IT TOOK
some pressure from both Erini and his daughter, but Melicard has finally agreed to the suggestions made by Kyl.”

Cabe, seated, nodded absently as his wife talked. Normally, Lady Bedlam garnered his full attention, if only because he adored her so. Gwendolyn Bedlam was to him a forest goddess, a fire-tressed creature of the wild. She stood across from him now, a vision in green, her hair with its silver streak rippling nearly to her waist. The emerald riding outfit she wore perfectly accented a stunning figure. Her glittering eyes matched the color of her clothes.

Seeing that she was being all but ignored, the statuesque enchantress walked gracefully toward her husband, finally stationing herself directly before the warlock in an attempt to break him free from whatever spell held his mind.

Cabe looked up. “What is it?”

“Have you tired of me after all these years?”

His brow furrowed.

She knelt by his chair, one hand touching him softly on the arm. “You’re starting to find other things that interest you more than I do.”

He took hold of her hand and squeezed it. “Don’t be silly. Nothing means more to me than you and the children.” Cabe took the hand and kissed it. “Young or old, beautiful or not, you know I’ll always love you.” A smile briefly touched his face. “I just hope that you’ll always feel the same way.”

“You shouldn’t have to ask.” Her own smile faded a little as she recalled what they had been discussing. “You heard what I said?”

“Melicard’s agreed. It took some doing?”

“For most of it, no. He actually found the suggestion concerning Kyl’s entrance to be reasonable. Where that was concerned, it was simply a matter of discussing it with his advisors.
That’s
what took three days . . . that, and the more delicate problem of Darkhorse.”

“Darkhorse?”

She nodded. The sunlight that touched her face accented what Cabe considered perfectly sculpted features, a sharp contrast to his own plain face. He was thankful that both children had taken after her. Valea especially would resemble her mother.

“Melicard has grown more reasonable in the past few years where Erini’s relationship with Darkhorse is concerned, but he doesn’t like the notion of the eternal being a part of a state affair. Tensions will be high enough without his unnerving presence, so the king said more times than I care to count.”

“It’s understandable.” Cabe tried to picture Darkhorse among the splendidly dressed courtiers. Both humans and drakes feared the eternal’s power. To most, Darkhorse was part legend, a thing of shadows. It was one reason why the warlock had not been pleased by Kyl’s suggestion. Darkhorse could cause the audience between the two monarchs to collapse simply by
being
there. “So has he agreed to the presence of Darkhorse or not?”

“He did. Finally. Erini and Lynnette had much to do with that. It’s hard for Melicard to refuse them anything.”

The warlock chuckled. “I think I understand
that
!”

She rose enough to give him a kiss, then stood. “You’d
better
understand that!”

He returned her playful smile, but other thoughts turned his expression sober. “I’m glad that’s settled. Now comes the interesting part.”

“You’ve still heard nothing?”

Cabe rose. He looked up at the ceiling, then back at his wife. “Nothing. It’s been three days since I sent out a magical summons to him. Three days and still he hasn’t come.”

“How very odd.” She put a hand to her chin. “Darkhorse is usually very prompt.”

“Unless he’s occupied with something. . . .”

Her expression said it all.
“Shade?”

“I’d like to think not. I thought him over that obsession, but . . . I don’t know.”

Shade had been a warlock, possibly in his own way the most powerful that had ever lived. No one knew exactly how old the cloaked and hooded figure had been, but Cabe was certain that Shade could trace his origins back to the Vraad, the ancestral race of men. Shade, he was certain, had
been
Vraad.

The spell that had made the blur-faced sorcerer nigh immortal had also brought him to the edge of madness. Shade had been cursed to ever be reborn the opposite of what he had been in his previous life. Cabe had first known him as friend, but after the warlock’s death during battle, Shade had returned as the horrific Madrac, one of the many splinter personalities that formed with each new incarnation. It had taken the full might of Darkhorse, who knew the ancient warlock best, to defeat Madrac.

Shade had returned again much later, but this time entirely confused, his personalities shifting back and forth without warning. Darkhorse, ever both friend and foe, had taken it upon himself to end the travesty, if only for the warlock’s own sake.

Queen Erini, who had become for a time Shade’s pawn, had been there at the end. Shade and Darkhorse had made their peace, and the warlock had given up his own life to prevent a disaster that he himself had been in great part responsible for creating. There and then, it should have been ended.

Darkhorse, however, had not been able to accept such a death. Shade had meant more to him than any of his mortal companions could have known. The gray mage was the only one who, in his own way, could understand the shadow steed, could comprehend the emptiness the leviathan kept buried within. There was no one else in the Dragonrealm like the black stallion, no one who could understand his longings, his fears. Immortal himself, save if killed, it was only natural that he be drawn to Shade.

Because of that, the shadow steed had spent the next several years utilizing much of his time searching for any trace of the vanished warlock. Part of Darkhorse wanted to make certain that Shade was dead, for if he was not, then the Dragonrealm risked great danger. Yet another part of the ebony stallion—and this only a handful knew—hoped that the warlock was alive, that the one creature who understood the loneliness he suffered was still there for him.

The obsession had almost cost Cabe his life. Ashamed, Darkhorse had all but abandoned his futile search . . . yet, there were times when the shadow steed would vanish to places unknown for long periods of time. No one was certain what Darkhorse did during these episodes, but the Bedlams feared that the obsession was growing again.

“What happens if we can’t find him? The audience in Talak is drawing very near. Now that it’s settled that Darkhorse is permitted there, it would seem a bit foolish if he was not at least
asked.
”

The warlock sighed. “Kyl and Melicard will simply have to be annoyed. No one rules Darkhorse. I told Kyl I would do what I could, but I didn’t promise a miracle. Even if I find Darkhorse, he might choose not to come.” He shook his head. “I don’t know why Kyl felt it so necessary that he be there. I don’t know why Kyl does
anything
he does. . . .”

His wife came and put her arms around him. They held each other close.

“This isn’t just about Darkhorse,” she whispered. “This is about the same thing we always talk of.”

“We tried to raise him as best we could, Gwen. Look at Grath. Look at our own children. I’m fairly confident about them, although Aurim’s recklessness with magic is probably going to be the end of me soon. What
happened
to Kyl?”

“He was older, Cabe. He had already begun developing his own personality. We did what we could. Considering who he is, we’ve not done too badly.”