But it appeared that Ari's unorthodox ways were enough to make him as much of an outsider among the Jousters as Vetch was among the dragon boys.
Vetch snapped his mouth shut, and nodded, and watched as Kashet left his water trough half-emptied, dove into the sand, and rolled wearily in his hot sand wallow. 'Reaten won't be flying for weeks,' he offered. 'So the priest says.'
'The Commander of Dragons will have a few choice words with him before he's able to fly,' Ari said with grim satisfaction. 'And I suspect that he'll consider himself lucky to have that crack over the back of his head; the Commander just might take pity on him because of it.'
'What's going to happen to him?' Vetch asked.
'At the least, they'll both be personally reprimanded by the Great King's Commander of Dragons and might be dismissed as Jousters for their carelessness.' Ari's lips thinned, and his jaw tightened; Vetch had seldom seen him angry before this, but he was definitely angry now. 'As raw as they are, it isn't as if they can't be replaced. They both should have known better, but of the two, Seftu's rider is the most to blame. A male shows the mating urge much more graphically than a female. I would have seen it, if they hadn't only just gotten up into the air. I thought all that jockeying about was Reaten and Horeb trying to impress me with fancy flying, and having no luck at it.'
Ari paused, and Vetch wordlessly handed him the wine for another small, moderate mouthful.
'In fact, anyone who had anything to do with Seftu and Coresan should have seen the signs,' Ari continued. 'There's going to be some sharp words all around before this affair is over, and maybe some dismissals.'
Seftu's dragon boy probably knew that; he'd been tending Seftu for the last two years at least, and should know all of the protocol and rules that governed not only the Jousters themselves, but everyone connected with them. Certainly he knew more about it than Vetch did. That was probably why he hadn't done more than protest weakly when Vetch robbed him of his burden; shock, and the fear of being dismissed, had left him so stunned he completely forget Vetch's lowly status.
Or else, being dragon boy to the hero of the hour had suddenly raised Vetch's status.
'Seftu's safe enough; back in his pen,' Vetch was able to report. 'His rider—Horeb—I don't know where he is, but his dragon boy was on the way to the Jousters' Courts with food and wine.' Dangerous to go further than that, or mention any speculations of his own. He was still just a serf, after all. Anything more, well, that could be taken as gossip about his masters, and even Ari, tolerant as the Jouster was, might feel he had to take some sort of action at that point. So he kept himself quiet.
'Well, it wouldn't surprise me if Horeb was at least demoted back to the training classes. Reaten just might find himself sent back to the ranks, too, no matter how much the Commander pities him. In any event, he's going to be bedridden for a while. Which will mean that Coresan won't be ridden for weeks. Just as well. Coresan will be impossible to handle for that long, or at least until she rids herself of her eggs.' Ari closed his eyes and held out his hand; Vetch put the wineskin into it, and Ari took another mouthful. This time, he kept the wineskin. 'It could be worse. Let's hope the others have learned a lesson about paying attention to their dragons' behavior, anyway.' Ari had a fourth, very long pull on the wineskin; Vetch thought there was a grim satisfaction in his expression. But he was more interested in what Ari had said than in what his expression might imply.
'Eggs?' Vetch asked, as a wild thought entered into his mind. Dared he think he might be able to get hold of one—if there were any at all? But if he could—after all he'd been learning from Ari— 'She'll lay eggs now? How many? Who's going to mind them?'
'Nobody,' Ari sighed, and his shoulders sagged. 'I would, if I could, but no man can tend and fly more than one dragon at a time if it's to be done raising the dragons from the egg. What a waste! Of course, they'll probably be sterile—wild dragons mate a dozen times or more for a clutch of two or three and Coresan only mated once today—but you'd think that someone would be interested in trying to duplicate what I did when I was Haraket's helper! But no. This has happened before, although without the accident, and other than the one egg that hatched Kashet, the eggs were just taken away and left on the refuse heap.' His gaze turned scornful. 'Of course, warriors can't be bothered with playing nursemaid to an egg and a dragonet, and they can't simply assign the task to their dragon boy and expect to come take over from him when the dragon fledges.'
'They can't?' Vetch breathed, hearing his own wild thoughts confirmed, hearing that the sudden plan that had burst into his mind might be more than a mad dream.
'No, they can't, not when a dragon's been raised from the egg by a man,' Ari replied. 'Not even if you drugged him with tola. A dragon raised wild thinks all humans are the same human; a dragon raised from the egg knows better.' He turned a fond gaze on Kashet, who was now stretched out flat on the top of the sand, spread out like a rug. It was a very peculiar posture, one that said volumes about how tired and cold Kashet was after that flight. Vetch couldn't imagine how Coresan had had any fight in her at all, after the mating, if Kashet was so exhausted. 'The dragon that's raised from the egg is a dragon that won't fly for just anyone, will he, Kashet?'
The dragon raised his head, just a little, and sighed.
Ari laughed. 'Like a falcon egg-reared, or a cheetah taken before his eyes are open, a dragon hand-reared is loyal only to the one who nurtures him—a hand-reared dragon is not like a dog, who will hunt with any man who knows his commands.'
Kashet rolled over on his back and twisted his long neck around, eying Ari for a moment, then snorted with what sounded like amusement.
