The Eyes of the Dragon (44 page)

“You were only a child,” Peter said, “controlled by a powerful creature who terrified you.”

With a sad grin, Thomas replied: “That is partly true, but people would not remember that, Pete. They'd remember Tommy Tax-Bringer, and come for me. They'd tear through stone to get to me, I think. Flagg's gone, but I'm here. My head is a silly thing, but I've decided I'd like to keep it on my shoulders a while longer.” He paused, seemed to debate, and then went on. “And I'm best away. My hate and jealousy were like a fever. It's now gone, but after a few years of being in your shadow as you ruled, I might relapse. I've come to know myself a little bit, you see. Yes—a little bit. No; I must leave, Peter, and tonight. The sooner the better.”

“But . . . where will you go?”

“On a quest,” Thomas said simply. “To the south, I think. You may see me again, but you may not. I'll go south on a quest. . . . I have many things on my conscience, and much to atone for.”

“What quest?” Ben asked.

“To find Flagg,” Thomas replied. “He's out there, somewhere. In this world or in some other, he's out there. I know it; I feel his poison in the wind. He got away from us at the last second. You all know it, and I do, too. I would find him and kill him. I would avenge our father and make up for my own great sin. And I would go into the south first, for I sense him there.”

Peter said, “But who'll go with you? I can't—there's too much to do here. But I won't just allow you to go alone!” He looked very concerned, and if you had seen a map of those days, you would have understood his expression, for the south was nothing but a great white space on the maps.

Surprising all of them, Dennis said: “I would go, my Lord King.”

Both brothers looked toward him, surprised. Ben and Naomi also turned, and Frisky looked up from her wine, which she was lapping with cheerful enthusiasm (she liked the smell, which was a cool, velvety purple; not as good as the taste, but almost).

Dennis blushed mightily, but he didn't sit down.

“You were always a good master, Thomas, and—beggin' your pardon, King Peter—something inside me says you're my master still. And since I was the one to find that mouse and send you to the Needle, my King—”

“Bosh!” Peter said. “That's all forgotten.”

“Not by me, it ain't,” Dennis said stubbornly. “You could say I was young, too, and didn't know no better, but maybe I've my own mistakes to atone for.”

He looked at Thomas, shyly.

“I would come with you, Lord Thomas, if you would have me; I would be at your side in your quest.”

On the verge of tears, Thomas said: “I will have you and welcome, good old Dennis. I only hope you can cook better than can.”

They left that very night, under cover of darkness—two figures on foot, their packs heavy with supplies, wending their way into the night. They looked back once and waved.

All three of them waved back. Peter was weeping as if his heart would break; indeed, he thought it might.

I'll never see him again
, Peter thought.

Ah, well—perhaps he did, and perhaps he didn't; but I rather think he did, you know. All I can tell you is that Ben and Naomi were eventually married, that Peter ruled long and well, and that Thomas and Dennis had many and strange adventures, and that they did see Flagg again, and confronted him.

But now the hour is late, and all of that is another tale, for another day.