none was intended.
More important, she needed Bairn to help save Fallion-the man who was truly responsible for the mess.
'The wyrmlings are larger than these,' she said, jutting her chin toward the dead. 'These poor folks are humans, or what passed for human upon the shadow world.
'But wyrmlings stand a head taller, and are broader at the shoulders. Their skin is whiter than bone, and their eyes are like pits of ice. They cannot abide the daylight. They eat only flesh. They think that human flesh is as good as any other.'
'So,' Bairn said, 'these humans were their enemies? Or were they seen merely as food?'
'Sworn enemies,' Rhianna said.
'What are the wyrmlings numbers?' Bairn asked, like any good commander.
'Millions,' Rhianna said. 'They command strange magics. Their lords and emperors are wights, and no common weapon can kill one. My mother, the Lady Myrrima, is a water wizard, and had blessed my own weapons, and so by luck I slew one of their Knights Eternal, a creature more dead than alive. I took my wings from it.'
With that, she unfolded her wings, and raised them in the morning light. Until that instant, she suspected that Bairn had not been willing to believe her. But he could not deny the evidence of his own eyes.
'You say that they have blood metal?' he asked.
'A mountain of it,' she affirmed. 'When the two worlds were bound, the mountain rose from the plains. Upon that other world, the folk had little use for it. Now it is a treasure untold.'
Warlord Bairn got a cunning look. 'Why would you tell me all this-you the daughter of the vaunted Sir Borenson?'
Rhianna considered a lie, but settled on a half-truth. Somehow, she could tell that this was not going well. 'He loved this land, these people. He would not want to see them harmed. You could be a powerful ally in the coming wars.'
Bairn seemed to think a moment. 'You would have us go to war against giants-giants at war with the men of their own world? Why should we unite with the smaller humans? Perhaps there is some way that we could make the wyrmlings our allies?'
'Haven t you heard me? They eat human flesh. They have a mountain of blood metal. They… at best they would make you their slaves, though I think they d prefer to make you a meal.'
That seemed to satisfy Bairn. He stood straighter, looking less like a vulture.
'And where is this mountain? My captain said that you planned to name your own price for it.'
'First, we must see if you will meet my price,' she said.
Bairn snorted, as if this was but a formality. He would give anything for a mountain of blood metal. 'What is it that you want?'
Rhianna did not like the look of him. He glanced away to the north and south. He acted as if he were too busy to waste his time with her, but she suspected that he feared to look her in the eye.
'There are two men held captive in the wyrmling stronghold. When you get the blood metal, I want you to take endowments, break into the wyrmling stronghold, and set my friends free.'
'Let me get enough endowments,' Bairn said, 'and I ll slaughter the lot of these giants for you. Then you can walk into the wyrmling dungeons and set your friends free yourself.'
'Agreed,' Rhianna said, but she still felt uneasy.
'Now,' Bairn asked, 'where is this mountain of blood metal?'
Rhianna feared to tell him the truth. She wanted to see what he would do once he got the information. So she devised a ruse.
If he is an honorable man, she decided, I can tell him the truth later.
'It is hidden beneath a wyrmling stronghold, on the slopes of a volcano, eighty miles northwest of the city of Ravenspell.' She had just given him directions to Rugassa. If he followed them, he d lead his men to battle against the entire wyrmling horde.
He smiled warmly, and then glanced to the captain of his guard. 'Kill her,' he said dismissively.
Bairn turned to leave just as the captain of the guard raised and dropped his hand, signaling the archers to fire.
Rhianna was ready for them. She whirled to the right and leapt over the bridge as arrows and ballista bolts plinked onto the paving stones beside her.
She plummeted fifty feet before she opened her wings, catching the wind. She veered beneath the bridge and skimmed above rocks that had been submerged just three days ago, and now were covered with white barnacles and colorful starfish.
She flapped her wings and went soaring away, using the bridge above her as a shield. Arrows plunked above her, raining down on the stone bridge, snapping on impact. The archers had done their best, but had not been able to get a clean shot.
Now their chance was gone, and Rhianna flew beyond their range.
She felt saddened by the warlord s betrayal. She had hoped to make an ally, and instead had found only an enemy. He would take his men to war against the wyrmlings, of that she felt sure. He couldn t afford to ignore the risk.
But who will help me now? she wondered.
Rhianna consulted a mental map. There was nothing left of Mystarria to save. The warlords of Internook had taken the coast. Beldinook had taken the west, while South Crowthen claimed the middle of the country. Gaborn s realm was no more. There was little to save, little worth fighting for.
So where else should I go? Rhianna wondered. Beldinook was now the most powerful nation in all of Rofehavan, with its fine armor, strong lancers, and heavy warhorses. The castles and fortresses of Beldinook had been spared in the past war. But Beldinook was a sworn enemy of Mystarria and its ruler, Allonia Lowicker, would not be willing to help rescue Fallion Sylvarresta Orden, a scion of Mystarria.
Rhianna considered flying to Heredon.
It had once been the queen s home, and it too was rich with steel and people, but it had fallen under the shadow of South Crowthen.
Where else can I look for help? she wondered.
Fleeds, the land of the horse clans.
The land of my youth, she thought. Her mother had been born in Fleeds. Rhianna s grandmother had been queen. For a short time, Rhianna had been raised there. Her time in Fleeds had been the happiest time of her life.
Fleeds was not rich in steel, but a powerful Runelord had little need for such defenses. Fleeds did not have great fortifications, but the women of Fleeds had great hearts. And they had loved and honored the Earth King. They would respect his son.
Home, she told herself. I m going home.
With that, she flapped her wings, banked to her left, and soared up from under the bridge, into the open sky. Eagerly she flew to the west, into a setting sun that gleamed like a white pearl as it settled into an opalescent haze.
4
When lions feast, the timid get what they deserve-nothing.
In the wyrmling keep at Rugassa, Areth Sul Urstone was a stranger in his own body. He walked and talked,
