Legends of the Dragonrealm, Vol. III (63 page)

It had startled Cabe equally as much, although he had been able to hide his surprise better than most of the others. Only Darkhorse, who simply shook his head, and Grath, the only one with whom Kyl
had
, perhaps, discussed his decision, had seemed fairly calm about the matter.

The heir to the dragon throne had requested the opportunity to perform a special ceremony, one that he had claimed was long overdue. It was to be a private but formal ceremony, with wreaths and a speech of apology to both the city and its rulers. Kyl had claimed that he wanted to prove once and for all that the sins of the father would
not
be ignored by the son.

What was most stunning about the request was that the dragon heir desired to have this special ceremony take place before the burial chamber of Melicard’s
father
, Rennek.

At first the king had been dumbstruck. Then he had stopped just short of calling the notion something that certainly would have raised the threat of war between the two races. At last, he had looked to his queen for guidance. Erini had simply put one slim hand on his elfwood arm and nodded. That had settled it for Melicard. If Erini thought the idea had merit, the king could not argue. This was a situation where Cabe had known that Melicard would be unable to trust his own judgment. The warlock was rather surprised that the queen had so readily agreed to it, but he, like the king, trusted her intelligence.

That had been last night. By now, late in the morning, the entire castle, perhaps even most of the kingdom, would be astir with rumors. When exactly the ceremony was to take place was still undecided, but the master warlock hoped that it would be soon; if the event was delayed more than a few days, then Cabe feared that . . . well, to be truthful, he had
no
idea what might happen, just the feeling that something
would
happen.

“What could’ve possessed Kyl to make such a daring move?” he asked his wife as the two spellcasters walked the grounds of the palace. Unlike most visitors, the Bedlams did not require an escort. That did not mean they were not watched. Cabe could sense eyes on him: eyes, and weak, inexperienced probes. Melicard had himself one or two mages now, it seemed, but neither were of any high level of skill. The warlock knew that Gwendolyn had also noted them and found the probes almost as amusing as he did. With a simple spell, either Bedlam could have left the hidden mages following a false trail for the rest of the day. As guests, however, it would have been bad form. Melicard was only acting in the manner of all cautious rulers past and present. He was by no means either the most paranoid or the most troublesome.

“I am curious as to that myself,” the Lady Bedlam finally responded. “That even Lord Green had known nothing about it bothers me a little. I understand that Kyl did not need to consult anyone, but such an act should have, I think, made him think about doing so. You saw Melicard’s face.”

“Every variation.”

“Yes, well, we can thank Erini for his relative calm toward the end. Melicard’s parents have always been a touchy subject. Rennek IV was not the best of rulers, evidently, but he had a soft place in his heart for his son.”

“And too fragile a mind,” added Cabe. Ahead of them, he heard the laughter of a child and the sound of the queen’s voice.

“It
is
a clever suggestion,” the crimson-tressed enchantress admitted. “Now that Melicard has gotten over his initial confusion, he should be able to see that himself. It allows Kyl to show his willingness to admit to the terrors committed in the name of his sire, while at the same time it enables the king to show his people that he is strong enough to have the respect of the new emperor of the drakes. That no one but we will witness it makes no difference. Word will get out and that will be sufficient.”

“Providing it ever takes place.”

She grimaced. “I think I will urge Erini to convince her husband that it should take place either tomorrow or the day after that. Most likely the day after; with the formal reception this evening, tomorrow would make everyone feel hurried for time.”

Cabe looked at her, a wry smile spreading across his plain features. “Exactly who runs this kingdom? You? Erini? Lynnette, perhaps?”

Gwen had no chance to respond to his jest, for suddenly both of them became aware of the sound of soldiers running. The sound came from the same direction where they had both heard the queen and her daughter playing not a moment before.

No word passed between the two, but suddenly Gwen no longer stood at his side. Cabe hesitated only long enough to ready himself, then also vanished.

He materialized in the midst of spear points and sword tips. More than a dozen guards surrounded the scene, with yet another contingent arriving even as the warlock drank in his surroundings. Erini stood to one side, a small, delicate-looking girl holding her hand and two massive guards shielding them both from possible danger. Darkhorse stood near the center of the circle the soldiers had formed, but it was not the eternal at whom the weapons were pointed.

A drake cowered before the captain of the guard. Darkhorse was on the dragon man’s other side, looking more curious than wary.

“Pleassse! I meant no—”

“Be silent!” The captain struck the drake across the false helm. Cabe noted the lack of crest; the prisoner was one of the servitors, not a warrior. That did not mean that the drake was not capable of killing, but it did make it unlikely. They were generally not very aggressive for their race, even in dragon form.

It seemed doubtful that
any
of the drakes would be so foolhardy as to attack one of the royal family, even as a dragon. True, any one of the draconian visitors had the potential to become one of the legendary leviathans, but in Talak that was more likely to mean death to the shapeshifter than to his prey. It was reasonable to assume that Melicard had planned for such circumstances; the king would never have allowed the drakes in otherwise. And prior to the departure of the caravan, Lord Green had made certain to remind his folk that even an accidental transformation meant punishment . . . possibly at the discretion of Melicard himself.

To most drakes, Melicard was a demon in human guise. Cabe had been confident from the start that none of the reptilian race would risk themselves so.

Which brought up the question as to what had happened
here.

“Captain, I command you to stop that.”

The guardsman looked at his queen, rather befuddled that she would give such an order. With evident reluctance, he lowered his hand. “But Your Majesty—”

“Stay here, Lynnette,” the queen whispered to the slim, ivory-skinned child. The young princess, despite her appearance, was no fragile flower, but this was one time, Cabe saw, that she would obey her mother without question. Erini stepped past the two reluctant guards and confronted the captain. “I gave you a command.”

Her words were spoken softly, but the soldier nonetheless paled. He saluted and stepped back.

The queen finally seemed to notice the Bedlams. “I am glad the two of you are here. Do you recognize this drake?”

Cabe thought he did, but Gwendolyn spoke before he had a chance to commit himself. “Osseuss, isn’t it?”

“Y-yessss, my lady!”

“He was trying to sneak up on the queen and the princess!” snapped the captain of the guard.

The drake shook his head. “Nooo! No!”

“Lies!” The soldier made to strike the drake again, but a glance from Erini made him falter. “My men saw him creeping around the trees, Your Majesty! Creeping around the trees and watching you and the Princess Lynnette!”

“And
me
!” rumbled Darkhorse. “Come, come, Captain! Do you think one drake is any threat to
me
?”

Even under the chilling gaze of the shadow steed, the veteran warrior remained steadfast. “I was doing my duty!”

“And very well,” soothed the queen. “I thank you for your concern, but I have my doubts as to the danger posed by this particular drake. Tell me, Osseuss; why did you come here?”

The dragon man glanced at the Lady Bedlam, who nodded to him and said, “Tell the truth.”

Keeping one eye on the captain, Osseuss explained, “I wasss lossst. The landsss, they are ssso beautiful, ssso well-kept! I wandered, then realized that I had become turned around. I thought I knew the way back, Your Majesssty, but found myssself here inssstead! I grew fearful, knowing that I wasss where I wasss not meant to be, and when I sssaw you and your daughter, my heart pounded! I was certain that I had condemned myssself by not paying attention!”

“Why is that?”

“A
drake
near the bride of Melicard the Terrible? Only for the royal party isss that possible! For the ressst of usss, that is surely sssuicide!”

Judging from the guards’ expressions, it was clear to Cabe that Osseuss was correct in that assumption. These men were ready to kill the servitor simply because he was what he was. To be fair, Osseuss
should
have known better, but if men could be foolhardy, then so could drakes. In some ways the races were too similar.

Queen Erini looked at the Bedlams. Gwen studied the cringing drake for a moment longer, then said, “I will vouch for him. His duties at the Manor concern the care of the gardens there. Osseuss has always been one of the most loving caretakers. I will definitely vouch for him.”

“So will I,” Cabe added in support. Unless Osseuss was a cunning mage comparable in power to the trio of spellcasters before him, his story was genuine. While neither Cabe nor his wife had delved into the drake’s thoughts, it was simple enough to read the truth in the emotions radiating from the mind of the servitor. There was true fear there, fear mixed with confusion and self-recrimination.

The guardsman was still not convinced. “But
Your Majesty
! We can’t just—”

“Are you questioning the word of our guests, Captain? If so, you will also be questioning mine, because I find I agree with them in this matter.”

As if that was not enough in its own right to crush what protest there was left in the officer, Darkhorse added, “And if you question the word of my friends, then know you that you also question
my
word!”

Seeing that there would be no more interruptions, the queen did the unthinkable. She held out her hand to the prisoner. He stared at it for several seconds, trying to decide what she intended. When it was clear that Erini did not plan to withdraw the proffered hand, Osseuss reluctantly took it. He rose, then executed a perfect bow.

“Can you find your way back on your own now?”

The drake hesitated. His reptilian eyes continued to flicker between the queen and the captain. A forked tongue darted out and in as he nervously considered her question. “I . . . I am not sure.”

“I would give you an escort, but I think that emotions run too high for that at the moment.”

“
I
will return him to his companions.”

Everyone looked at Darkhorse, whose attitude so far had been surprising. He had sided with a drake and now offered to see that same drake back to safety. It was almost amusing. Osseuss was at least as fearful of the eternal as he was of the guards.

“Are you certain you wish to do that, Darkhorse?”

The ebony stallion chuckled. “I thought I had just said so! Do you doubt
my
word, Your Majesty?”

“Never.” The queen smiled. “Thank you, then.”

“I am your servant!” Darkhorse trotted up to the still-anxious drake. The captain of the guard—and the rest of the guards, for that matter—retreated as the shadow steed neared the prisoner. “Come with me, dragon!”

Osseuss looked to his master and mistress for confirmation.

“Go with him,” Cabe responded. “There’s nothing to fear.”

It was clear that the servitor could have argued that point, but he nonetheless obeyed the warlock. The circle of guards gave way for the duo, the nearest soldiers wisely deciding to lower their weapons as Darkhorse trotted by.

Erini watched the strange pair depart, then summoned the recalcitrant officer to her. “I want you to know that your loyalty is commendable, Captain. These next few days
will
be difficult for all of us. Caution is good, but we must never lose control.”

There were many things that the guardsman probably wanted to say in response, but this was his queen and so he could only obey. The captain saluted her. “I understand, Your Majesty.”

“You may resume your duties, then. I wish you the best of luck. This
will
be a taxing situation for you and your men, but I have every confidence in your abilities.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

The captain organized his men and led them off in record time. Only four soldiers still remained, the personal guard of the queen herself.

“I thank you, Erini,” Gwen said when the captain was gone.

“It was a mistake; I saw that, too. I was glad that you were there to verify it for me, however. My skill at sorcery will never be as great as either of yours.”

“Yours is formidable enough. You have done us proud.” The queen had been the Bedlams’ first student and, so far, their most promising. The handful of spellcasters that had been brought to Penacles were, for the most part, folk who would never be able to do much more than light fires with a glance or lift small objects into the air. There were one or two who might go beyond that, but so far no one who had the potential to even remotely approach the power of either the witch or the warlock.

This did not mean that such did not exist. Cabe could count four whose powers were adequate at the very least. Three of those worked for King Lanith of Zuu. The other was a wanderer, a blond beauty who had used the name Tori and who had, at one point, attempted to seduce Cabe. Considering the way these four had turned out, the sorcerer wondered whether or not it was a good thing that so few others of any measurable might had appeared so far. The present crop of spellcasters was not by any stretch of the imagination a shining example of what a new age of sorcery might offer the world. Too many people already feared those like the Bedlams, who had done them no harm at all. If more like Lanith’s lackeys appeared, the reputation of sorcery would only be tarnished further.