A great cry arose from the Aurolani camp. The purple dragon continued to slither forward, then stopped with its snout at what had been the command pavilion. All around it, gibberers and vylaens scrambled and ran. Hoargoun lumbered as best they could, using their long legs to retreat quickly toward the south. Kryalniri joined them—save for one leaving the command tent in the company of a slender woman dressed entirely in white.
Alexia shivered again. Even at that distance she knew her. That was the woman she had seen in her room in Caledo, when she first met Princess Dayley. Who is she?
The kryalniri walked the woman to Procimre’s left forepaw, then steadied her as she climbed up. The woman worked her way to a position between the dragon’s wings and tied herself into the harness that had held the hoargoun.
She sat there with her back against the creature’s back, as if in a carriage for a leisurely ride.
The kryalniri stood back and waved. Procimre gathered his feet beneath himself, then flapped his wings once, hard, to lift from the ground. A wingtip casually hit the white-furred creature, exploding him into a red stain upon the snow.
Vriisureol dove and snapped again at Procimre’s tail. The purple dragon shrieked in protest, though that protest quickly became a frightened mewing. He beat his wings more hastily and turned toward the ocean. The Black chased him out over the water, then drew up and with several pumps of his wings, arced skyward.
Alexia had spent most of her life in Gyrvirgul. She had watched countless Gyrkyme fly. The precision and power she had seen in the Warhawks, or the artistry of the Swifts, they had defined for her grace in flight, but this dragon reduced the Gyrkyme aerial artistry to panicked flutterings.
Vriisureol came over in a loop. His head and neck described an elegant arc, then one wing came up, the other down, and he rolled into a long swoop passing right over the Aurolani line. Alexia waited for him to open his mouth and release a fiery flood that would stretch a burning line from the ocean to the road to Caledo.
He did not. As he reached the middle of the camp, his wings flared forward and beat hard once, letting him hover. Vriisureol’s head came down and his jaws opened. He vented his rage over the command tent with a loud roar that was equal parts triumph and contempt.
A puddle of fire rolled from that spot. Burning wave fronts, like ripples in a pond, pulsed along, quickly overtaking gibberers, vylaens, and the frost giants. The smaller creatures just vanished as the liquid flames poured over them. The hoargoun made it several more steps, burning like torches, before they flopped forward into the incandescent lake.
Flames washed over the lines of dragonels. Some exploded, others just vaporized. Tents and tools, weapons and sleighs all evaporated in the rolling conflagration. Drearbeasts and frostclaws burned black in a heartbeat and disappeared.
The heat from the dragon’s assault and the force of the wind it created did push Alexia back. Kerrigan gestured and some of the heat abated. Bok had moved in at Kerrigan’s legs and clung to her as well.
The fire seeped across the open field that had separated the Aurolani from Nawal. People on the walls below—a few guards and the foolishly curious—began to run. It looked as if the burning tide would splash against the walls. Alexia expected they would erode them as ocean waves gnawed at castles of sand, but the dragon’s fire stopped short. Pennants and flags did ignite, but beyond that, little damage was done.
Vriisureol swooped through the flames, curling them in his wake, then drifted south and east. At various points his head lunged, and little bursts of fire exploded against the ground. He came around in interlocking loops, spitting more fire, then finally flew back toward the city.
He landed once again on the south tower and more of it crumbled. He thrust his head toward Alexia. “I have done as I said I would. The enemy is no more.”
“I see that. Why did you let the other dragon go? Who was the woman who escaped with him?”
The dragon snorted. He looked from Alexia to Kerrigan. “Kerrigan Reese, it is time for the honoring of the bargain.”
The Adept frowned. “The least you could do is answer her questions before you kill me. It would be polite.”
Vriisureol cocked his head to the side. “A lecture in manners. How… mortal.”
Kerrigan shrugged. “Well?”
“I said I would eliminate the enemy. Procimre was reduced to a beast of burden and sent away. The woman Procimre took was not your enemy.”
“But she was from Aurolan.”
“Alexia of Okrannel is wiser than to assume unanimity in any group.” Vriisureol straightened his head and looked at Kerrigan. “Is Kerrigan Reese prepared?”
“I guess so.” He turned and gave Alexia what was supposed to be a brave smile. She decided she would remember it that way and ignore the quivering of his lower lip. His voice came in a whisper. “Let the others know… Good luck to everyone.”
She nodded, then leaned in and kissed him once on each cheek. “I will. May the gods bless you in your next life.”
“Next life?” Vriisureol’s eyes narrowed. “This common tongue lacks nuance. I am not going to slay him. I have been sent to provide transport. I am to bear Kerrigan Reese and Bok to Vael. There are those who wish to speak with the Adept.”
Alexia blinked. “You came to get him? If you are just transport, than why did you…?”
The dragon’s head came up. “I was told to see to Kerrigan Reese’s comfort. I chose to see Procimre and the Aurolani as a discomfort. Do not question such fortune, Alexia of Okrannel.”
Her hands came up. “No, no, no question. I just wondered… the seeming gravity of what you demanded…”
“A lack of nuance.” Vriisureol extended his left wing to the balcony. “Come, Kerrigan, climb onto my back.”
He shook his head. “I don’t understand. Why are you taking me to Dragonholm?”
“The struggles of mortals have not gone without notice. Certain efforts have attracted attention. Kerrigan Reese will be examined and decisions will be made.”
“Ah, wait.” Kerrigan’s brows knitted together. “You were to see to my comfort, yes?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I won’t be comfortable unless Princess Alexia comes with me.”
Alexia’s guts began to boil. “Why do you want me there?”
He regarded her with innocent eyes. “You just told me about responsibility. If they are going to try to decide something based on me, I’m far from a good example. You are. If someone has to represent us mortals, you’re better for it than me.”
The sound issuing from the dragon sounded remarkably like a groan. “As desired, but that is it.”
“And we will meet you outside the city. We have to get our things and put our affairs here in order.” The magicker’s eyes narrowed. “Urn, isn’t there something else you want to do, like fly south to Caledo and drive that dragon off?”
Vriisureol raised his nose to the air and sniffed loudly. “No. Marimri has never been an annoyance. I shall wait over there.” With that he took off again and drifted to the blackened landscape that minutes earlier had been home to Nawal’s second most dire threat.
Kerrigan’s expression reflected how guilty he felt as Peri blinked her big eyes at him. “I am sorry; I didn’t think. I was tired. I should have included you as someone I needed.”
Alexia hugged the Gyrkyme tightly. “I am sorry, too, sister. I wouldn’t go, but this could be a chance to bring more help like Vriisureol.”
“If I am not there, Alyx, you will not be safe.”
The Okrans Princess held her sister tighter, feeling the soft down against her cheek. “I will be safe, sister. I know it.”
“Said without conviction.”