two up on B'thannan's back, one tall, one short, and it was the short one who was waving at him. Shanzir. She always had sharp eyes.
He waved back. 'Shan! Did the queen give us everything we need?' B'thannan was loaded up with sacks and barrels that hadn't been there when he'd flown off the afternoon before. Obviously Queen Almiri had agreed to his offer. He wasn't surprised. She had little to lose and a great deal to gain.
'Food. Weapons. Blankets. Everything,' shouted the other rider. Deremis, his brother.
Hyrkallan peered up. Even though B'thannan was crouched on all fours, Deremis was still twenty feet up in the air. 'I don't see any alchemists.'
'Oh, they won't help us.' Deremis slid down from B'thannan's back and ran over to embrace Hyrkallan. 'Not their business, they say. In fact they wish us naught but ill and would have nothing to do with us.' He grinned. 'Good to see you, brother. I know it's only been a day, but it seemed it might be a very long one.'
Hyrkallan let his little brother go. 'These dragons have been more than a week away from any eyrie.' He tried to smile. 'I swear B'thannan has started talking in his sleep. Much longer and we have to go back. Almiri must know that. If we cannot shelter in any eyrie and we have no alchemists of our own…' As if on cue, B'thannan lowered his head and swung it towards them. His head alone was as big as a horse, with teeth the size of shortswords. The dragon gave them a baleful look and then stared at its feet. The war-dragon's claws had already sunk a good foot into the soft earth. If it carelessly flicked its tail, trees would come crashing down.
Deremis punched Hyrkallan in the arm. 'And the gracious Queen Almiri does indeed know this, and so behold!' He waved at the crates and barrels. 'Enough of their potions to calm a dozen dragons for a month, taken in secret from the eyries of Evenspire!'
Smiling came easier now. Hyrkallan embraced his brother again. Then he looked at the other dragon and the three riders on her back. 'And these?'
'Nthandra of the Vale and her mount. She lost many of her family on the Night of the Knives.'
Hyrkallan nodded. 'She's too young, but I won't say np to another dragon. The other two?'
'You know them. Rider Jostan and Rider Semian. They were in South watch until about a week ago, and then they seem to have decided they should come here.. I found them prowling the eyries of Evenspire. They were with Princess Jaslyn at the battle of the alchemists' redoubt.'
'Yes.' Hyrkallan cocked his head. 'I thought Semian was dead. What are they doing here?'
'Been cast out.' Deremis chuckled. 'Said something they shouldn't to Princess Jaslyn and she threw them out.'
'Riders without dragons and one of them a stiff prick to boot. Still, I suppose they can make themselves useful. Right.' Hyrkallan hauled himself up onto B'thannan. 'I'll take us to today's camp then.'
'Is it far?'
Hyrkallan grinned. 'You'll have to wait and see…' His words fell into silence. Shanzir was pointing up at the sky. Hyrkallan couldn't see what she was pointing at, but it could only be other dragons. 'How many?'
'One, I think.'
'Then we'll take it.' A lone dragon out here meant one thing. The Usurper, sending out her scouts. And still stupid enough to think she can send them out one at a time. Well I'll thank you later for the opportunity to bloody your nose. 'Are you sure there's only one.'
Shanzir shrugged. 'No. It's coming towards us though.'
'Right.' Hyrkallan nodded. 'Deremis, get the scorpion ready as soon as we're in the air. Shan, watch in case there are others. Hey!' he shouted across to the other dragon. Underneath all their dragon-scale armour, he had no idea which rider was which. Presumably the one sitting at the front was Nthandra of the Vale, if the dragon was truly hers.
The riders turned. They didn't seem to have much with them. Certainly no scorpion. Hyrkallan didn't bother shouting at them, but made a series of sweeping gestures, signs that any dragon-knight would understand. Up. Fight. You follow, we lead.
The rider at the front signed back. Understood. They must have seen the interloper too. Am I the only one who can't? Am I going blind? Best not to think about things like that or all the other fears of age, though, lest he start worrying about how long it would be before he couldn't climb onto B'thannan's back without taking his armour off first and having it handed up to him, piece by piece. He shouted at the war-dragon instead. B'thannan turned on surly feet and lumbered into a run, rattling the trees with each step until he launched himself into the reluctant air.
There! He could see it now. A war-dragon. A big one, still coming towards him. Someone either brave enough and stupid enough to fight outnumbered, or else someone with a friend lurking. He wondered if he should have let the hunter make its own choices, let it fly low beneath him and take the enemy from a different angle.
No. I haven't seen their faces. I don't even know who they are. It might be Nthandra of the Vale under that helm or it might be one of the Usurper's spies. No no, you stay close where I can see you. He shouted to Deremis: 'Keep an eye on Nthandra's hunter too.' B'thannan was in his prime, though, one of the best dragons in the realms. Hyrkallan was one of the best riders and Deremis was one of the best scorpioncers. He shouldn't worry. The Usurper's riders, they were the ones who should be afraid.
They came closer and closer. Abruptly, the unknown war-dragon turned and started to climb. Hyrkallan made as if to follow it up. B'thannan's nose came up…
'Hunter!' shouted Shanzir. Hyrkallan still didn't see it but he wasn't surprised. The Usurper's war-dragon did have a friend after all.
… and dived down again. Shanzir was wrong; there wasn't just one hunter with the war-dragon, there were two, both shooting up from the trees. An ambush, exactly as Prince Lai laid out in his Principles of War, Except Hyrkallan was supposed to be flying up right now, blissfully unaware of what was coming from below, instead of down, straight towards the ambushers.
'Go for the one on the left!' he roared at Deremis and veered B'thannan towards the hunter on the right. Hunters were faster and more agile, but not when struggling to climb against a war-dragon diving towards them. A war-dragon more than twice their size… Hyrkallan grinned. He could almost feel their surprise and their fear. The hunters both turned and started to dive back towards the ground but they were too late. All they managed to do was to expose their riders even more. He felt the saddle and harness shudder as Deremis fired the scorpion, and then B'thannan, all fifty tonnes of him, slammed into the back of the nearest hunter. Both dragons shrieked and then pulled apart. Except now the hunter's riders were in B'thannan's jaws.
And that's the end of you. Hyrkallan spared a glance for the riderless dragon as it spiralled down, looking forlornly for its riders and a place to land. Then he looked for the war-dragon. It was above and behind him, wings tucked in, hurtling towards him. Trying to do to him what he'd done to the hunters.
Except that doesn't work when my dragon's bigger than yours. Doubtless whoever was on the war-dragon expected B'thannan to dive and run and for the fight to turn into a chase, but Hyrkallan was having none of that. He turned B'thannan sharply in the air, facing his enemy head on. He didn't have time to pick up much speed, but even war-dragons had some sense of self-preservation. They both swerved and passed each other close enough to touch, belly to belly; claws and jaws and tails reached around each other, trying and failing to get at the other's riders.
They flew apart. Hyrkallan glanced over his shoulder. First I ruin your ambush, then I even the odds and now I have the heights. You must be wondering who it is you're facing. I am Hyrkallan, dragon-master of the north! Winner of the tournament a decade ago when Hyram took the Speaker's King. And a decade before that as well, when it was Iyanza. He felt his harness shudder again as Deremis loosed another scorpion. B'thannan turned and Hyrkallan saw Nthandra of the Vale swoop past the enemy dragon. She raked it with fire, and then her hunter managed to wrap its tail around one of the war-dragon's riders and pull, and its whole harness fell apart. For a moment everything that had been on the back of the war-dragon hung in the air, one end still held fast, the other hanging from the hunting-dragon's tail. Riders, scorpions, saddle, everything, all of it stretched out in a line, dangling in the air.
For a moment. Then the dragons pulled apart, the line went taut and snapped, and everything fell in a lazy cloud of pieces towards the ground.
That's that then. The last of the enemy dragons, the second hunter, was already skimming away. B'thannan would never catch it and he wasn't about to risk Nthandra. Not after a victory like this. Let the Usurper hear all about it. Let her send out ever more scouts to look for him.
