that's the way we are. And you know what? I can't wait.

'Yes!' She sighed beneath him. 'Yes. Together. Now show me you're still a man.'

He gave a bark of laughter. 'No. Not while Lystra lives. That'll be my sign to you. Until then… well… Your Night Watchman was kind enough to supply me with an olisbos. His idea of a joke, I think.' As he spoke, he slid it inside her and felt her tremor. 'And a little strap so I could wear it, but I think we'll pass on that.' He pushed it deeper and bit her throat. 'I can't say I appreciate his sense of humour, bul it's a very fine piece of craftsmanship and it would be a shame to waste it. Wood, I think, but smooth as glass.

You can have the real thing, I promise, but only when I return with my dragons.'

He took her, brutal and selfish this time, filled with dark thoughts and violence. It seemed she liked it.

Four

Justice and Vengeance

38

Vioros

Vioros was at the top of Hyram's Tor on Drotan's Top, squatting on the uneven stone roof. The view was spectacular. To the north the ground fell away, faster and faster until it plunged into the depths of the Gliding Dragon Gorge and River Fury, and then rose again, a dozen miles away, rolling and twisting up into the canyons of the Maze and the distant peaks of the Purple Spur. To the south and west, sharp hills and valleys tumbled together, shrouded in a cloak of dark and misty forest, the Raksheh. To the east, the same forest gave way to the vast heights of the Worldspine, looming over everything.

Vioros was squinting through a metal tube with glass ends. The Taiytakei had brought a dozen of them to Speaker Zafir as a gift to mark her ascension to the Adamantine Palace all those months ago. They called them farscopes. Some idiot at the palace had decided that they must be magical. Probably the same idiot had then decided that meant they fell into the domain of the Order of the Scales and its alchemists. Which wouldn't have been so bad if they hadn't whispered in the speaker's ear and left her thinking that farscopes would somehow transform the art of dragon-war, that Prince Lai's Principles could now be torn up and thrown away.

But he had, and so here Vioros was in the eyrie at Drotan's Top, where he'd been for the last month, wasting his time with the stupid thing when he should have been at the palace eyrie, supervising the administration of potions and generally being in charge of the place. Drotan's Top had never been meant to support more than a dozen dragons, even then only for a few days, maybe a week. Now it had twice that number, all out hunting for the Red Riders. The dragons had been here for as long as he had and the eyrie was creaking at the seams. There wasn't enough of anything to go around. They'd had next to nothing to do too, which meant everyone was doubly irritable. The Red Riders had been making a nuisance of themselves on the other side of the Spur of late.

He turned his attention back to the farscope, peering through the eyepiece. He'd never seen anything like it but he didn't find it particularly interesting. True, it did make faraway things appear closer, but the picture was blurred and contorted. If the device was magical at all, which Vioros doubted, then the magic was hopelessly poor. He hadn't the first idea how one of these would help with flushing the idiot renegades out of the mountains. Or with putting them to death, preferably very slowly and publicly.

The work of a blundering apprentice. Vioros sniggered to himself. We all have one of those, eh?

He tried looking at the mountains of the Purple Spur off to the north. There was a wheel on the side of the metal tube. You were supposed to turn it, he knew, if the picture in the tube was blurry. He tried, and the mountains dissolved into featureless grey blobs. He turned it back and forth. The best he could do was to make the mountains look like mountains, but they were still so warped that looking at them gave him a headache.

With a sigh, he gave up. The farscope was supposed to help them look out for the Red Riders. Well, let one of the soldiers stand up here all day with it giving himself a migraine. The Red Riders were hardly likely to attack Drotan's Top again, especially now so many dragons were based there. No no, his biggest worry was how to tell Speaker Zafir that her Taiytakei presents were useless junk. Now that was going to require a great deal of thought and care. Telling the speaker anything she didn't like to hear was becoming distinctly hazardous. He snorted and stretched and looked up at the sky. It would probably be best, he decided, if they suffered some catastrophic misfortune. Something for which someone else could be blamed.

He shouldn't even be here. Where he ought to be was with Jeiros and the other master alchemists, trying to work out where the rogue dragon had gone.

No. He corrected himself. There were four rogue dragons now if the whispers from Valmeyan's eyries were to be believed. Four, and they'd flown out to sea. There was nothing out past the southern tip of the Worldspine except sea, sea and more sea. The dragons were welcome to it but they'd grow hungry. Sooner or later they'd be back. The realms had to be ready.

Or maybe it was all lies. Valmeyan was being far too coy. Getting news out of his eyries was even harder than usual, and that was hard enough. The King of the Crags was up to something.

Vioros blinked, squinted and shaded his eyes. There were specks in the sky, close to the sun.

Dragons?

Of course they were dragons. He shook his head at himself. What else could they be? Well, that's odd then, isn't it?

Well, not really, because this was an eyrie and dragons came and went all the time. He shook his head, trying to make the other voice go away so that he could go back to thinking about how he might let Zafir down gently about the farscopes. That was his priority for now.

Well, yes really, because nearly all Zafir's dragons are out hunting for the Red Riders and you're not expecting any of them back at this time of day.

He groaned. More riders from the palace to overload their meagre supplies? Reluctantly, he put the farscope down. More, and they didn't even bother to tell me they're coming. There were a good few of them too. Half a dozen at least. The farscope would definitely have to wait. Does Zafir know how short our supplies are? Does she care? Have they brought any potion with them? Of course they haven't! How am I supposed to-

The dragons were coming out of the sun, formed up in line ahead, nose to tail, almost as if they were trying to hide their numbers. Almost as if they were trying to-

Oh.

Vioros ran to the edge of the roof and screamed his lungs out. 'Riders! Riders coming! Out of the sun!' Shouting it over and over again, until someone heard him. What was it you were thinking to yourself about blundering apprentices?

That wasn't helpful. Down below they seemed to have got the message. Scales and riders were running about, trying to ready the nearest dragons. As he w.atched them, a sickening realisation blossomed in the pit of his stomach. They weren't going to be quick enough. The incoming riders would be on top of them in less than a minute. The dragons below weren't nearly ready to fly. Most weren't even harnessed.

See. Even if you'd started shouting five seconds sooner, it wouldn't have helped, would it? So stop berating yourself. Besides, he had other things to worry about. Like having less than a minute to get from the exposed top of the tower to one of the deep underground tunnels where he'd be reasonably safe. Which was impossible, unless he jumped off the top and somehow sprouted wings.

I'm going to die. He dived down the trapdoor and practically fell down the ladder to the uppermost storey of the tower, twisting an ankle as he landed. The pain barely registered as he made for the stairs. He had to get at least to the bottom of the tower before the dragons arrived. It occurred to him that he was going to feel immensely stupid if these new riders did turn out to be reinforcements from the palace. Better than being dead if they weren't though.

He half ran, half hobbled down the spiral stairs as fast as he dared. To his surprise, there were still people in

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