Bitterwood (21 page)

“It’s not my soul I’m worried about!” she snapped, but her words were drowned by the beating of wings. Light bright as day flashed through the window. A burning cauldron crashed against the far wall then clattered as it bounced around the room, throwing flames in all directions.

                                                                                                                                   CHAPTER TEN: WAR         

THE FLAMES SPREAD
across the far wall as the iron pot rolled to rest. A river of flames spilled down the steps, cutting off their exit. The stone stairs hissed and popped as the flames ate at them.

“Don’t breathe the smoke!” Jandra shouted, grabbing Pet’s arm and pulling away from the flames. “It’s poisonous!”

“It’s burning the rocks in the walls!” Pet yelped.

“It’s called the Vengeance of the Ancestors,” Jandra said, letting go of Pet. She studied her surroundings. “It burns rock, wood, even water. Everything but iron.” The only way out was the window. She leapt up to grab the ledge then scrambled quickly up the rough stone. Once perched in the window she leaned down and extended a hand to Pet.

“How do you know about this?” Pet asked, taking her hand.

“Vendevorex invented it,” Jandra said as she helped Pet climb onto the ledge next to her. “At least the wind is blowing in our favor. We’ll be safe from the smoke in here. You know this castle better than me. Isn’t there another window below us? Maybe twenty feet?”

“Y-yes,” he said, not taking his eyes from the flames.

Jandra studied the flames as well, trying to guess how much time they had. The Vengeance burned thoroughly but it burned slowly when dense materials like stone were its fuel. Even though it had splashed over half of the room, it would take a long time to spread to this wall. Unfortunately, the Vengeance had ignited the wooden roof beams that now burned with conventional flames. The breeze from the open window that kept the worst of the smoke away also fueled the fire that devoured the beams. The thick wooden shafts supported the tall, thin metal spires that topped the towers. It wouldn’t take long before it all collapsed on top of them.

Outside the window Jandra could see other fires burning across the castle. The dark shapes of sky-dragons swooped and glided among the rising smoke. She looked down. To her relief, no flames were directly below them.

“Take off your shirt, Pet,” she said.

The panicked look vanished from Pet’s face. He raised an eyebrow as he asked, “If we’re going to die, you want to die in a passionate embrace?” He gave a confident grin as he began unlacing his shirt. His fingers flew with well-practiced speed.

“You really have a one track mind, don’t you?” Jandra said. “Silk is very strong. It will make a good rope.”

“My shirt isn’t long enough to reach the lower window,” Pet said, sounding a bit disappointed.

“It will be,” Jandra said, taking the shirt from him the instant he pulled it over his head.

She dipped her fingers into the small pouch of silver dust she carried on her belt. She carefully closed her right hand around the sleeve of his shirt then closed her eyes, so as not to be distracted by the flame. With her left hand she pulled the small tuft of silk she had left showing and began to pull it from her hand. Instead of the shirtsleeve, a silk cord as thick as her pinky emerged from her grasp. Pulling more rapidly, she soon ran the entire shirt through her right hand, leaving her with thirty feet of coiled silken rope.

“Good trick,” said Pet, nodding appreciatively.

“It’s not a trick,” Jandra said. “What you did with the apple… that was a trick. This is something much more complex. I’ve been studying with Vendevorex all my life. He’s teaching me how to reconfigure the basic building blocks of matter.” Jandra stood up on the wide windowsill. She reached up, tying the rope around the roof beam that extended outside the tower. She dropped the rope. The end dangled just below the lower window.

“Okay,” she said, “Let’s—”

She was cut short by a horrendous creaking. She looked into the room and saw that Vengeance had climbed the far wall and cut into the copper plates that formed the roof. She yelled, “Don’t breathe!”

But it was too late. A large copper plate twisted free and fell into the room amidst the Vengeance of the Ancestors, sending large billows of smoke toward them. Jandra tried to inhale one last breath of clean air in the instant before it reached them. Instead, her lungs filled with the awful smell of phosphorous and sulfur. Her lungs felt full of needles as she began to cough uncontrollably. Dark spots danced before her eyes as her strength failed. She was vaguely aware of her feet slipping from the ledge as she tumbled backward into the night air.

“WHAT’S HAPPENING?” ZEEKY
mumbled as Poocher’s squeals awakened her.

“Sorry to disturb you,” Hey You said as he lifted her in his arms and set her onto the straw. “I need my cloak. There’s work to be done.”

“What’s that noise?” Zeeky asked, hearing guttural shouts in the distance, and the faint clangs of metal against metal.

“War. The dragons fight the dragons.”

“Why?” she asked, sitting up.

“That’s of no concern to me. Whatever cause dragons are prepared to die for tonight, I feel obligated to help them along. The family in the farmhouse should be awake by now. I’m going to leave you with them.”

“No!” Zeeky protested. “They’ll take me back!”

“Back where?”

“Oh. Ah,” Zeeky muttered, hugging her knees as she looked at the floor. “To the orphanage?”

“You can always run away again,” Hey You said as he fastened the sheathed knife to his boot. “Running away’s easy.”

“Why can’t I go with you?”

“I’m going someplace little girls shouldn’t go.”

“Where?”

“To hell, eventually,” Hey You said. While he tied his cloak around his neck he stared at her straight in the eyes and asked, “You coming voluntarily?”

“What’s ‘voluntarily’ mean?”

“Fine,” he said, scooping her up under one arm and lifting his bow with the other.

Zeeky screamed as Hey You jumped from the loft. But the ground was closer than she guessed and when they hit, Hey You curled into a ball around Zeeky and rolled forward once, then sprang to his feet. It happened so fast Zeeky didn’t even get dizzy. She could hear Poocher squealing frantically above them.

“Wait!” she yelled. “I’ll go! I’ll go! But I have to take Poocher!”

“Forget the pig,” Hey You said as he carried her from the dark barn into the starlit night.

“No! He’s my friend!”

Hey You stopped and muttered several words Zeeky had never heard before. He put her down and darted back into the barn. He leapt to the ladder leading to the loft, bounding up the rungs quicker than she could blink. Poocher squealed more emphatically as Hey You again leapt from the loft, this time curling into a ball around Poocher as he landed, then rolled to his feet. Now that she wasn’t part of the jump, Zeeky thought it looked fun.

Hey You grabbed her by the hand and ran across the yard. Lights glowed from inside the farmhouse. Zeeky could see flames at the dragon’s castle, with the tallest spire engulfed completely in a pillar of fire, blazing like the world’s largest candle.

Hey You pounded on the farmer’s door. “Open up!” he shouted. “It’s a fellow human who summons you.”

The door opened quickly and Hey You dragged Zeeky into the house, into the presence of a frightened looking family. The farmer and his wife looked young, much younger than Zeeky’s own parents. Zeeky was relieved to see that they had a girl, a little smaller than Zeeky. Her own family was all boys except for her mother.

“I need you to watch after my daughter for a short time,” Hey You said. “We’re travelers, far from home, and I know no one who can watch her.”

“But…” the farmer said.

“Where are you going?” the wife asked.

“To battle,” Hey You said.

“To attack the castle, or to defend it?” the farmer asked.

“To attack the dragons,” Hey You answered. “Will you watch her or not? Time is short.”

“Of course,” the wife said.

“But…” the farmer said.

“Of course,” the wife said more firmly.

The farmer shrugged and said, “Of course.”

“Good. She comes with a pig,” Hey You said, handing Poocher to the farmer. “Don’t eat it.”

“Um,” said the farmer.

Zeeky tugged Hey You’s pant leg. He looked down into her eyes. She said, “Promise you’ll come back?”

Perhaps it was only a trick of the dim light, but it seemed to her that Hey You’s face turned ghostly pale. He stared at her for a long moment before whispering, “I promise.”

Then, he turned to the farmer and his wife and said, more firmly, “Thank you both for your kindness.”

Before another word could be spoken he stepped backward through the door and vanished into the night.

JANDRA WOKE UP.
The ground lay far beneath her, swirling, spinning, swimming in colors. A heavy weight pressed against her stomach and she remembered she was falling. She closed her eyes, bracing for impact.

But the wind wasn’t rushing against her face. The seconds it should take her to reach the ground were dragging by. She opened her eyes again, blinking to clear her vision. The rope swayed above her, or rather, beneath her, since her head was pointed earthward. The lower window crept ever closer. Looking down and then up, she found herself face to face with Pet’s butt. His feet were pressed against the wall for balance. She was slung over his shoulder. He grunted with each inch as he lowered them, hand-over-hand, down the rope.

“You awake?” Pet asked, his voice strained.

“How’d you know?” she said, coughing as the remnants of smoke in her lungs raked her throat.

“You aren’t limp anymore.”

“You caught me when I fell out the window?” she asked. She could vaguely recall his strong hand wrapping around her wrist at the last second.

“I’m a sucker for a damsel in distress,” he said.

Pet’s feet reached the top edge of the lower window.

“Almost there,” Jandra said.

Pet stepped down, feeling for his next foothold, but his foot slipped into the open window. They lurched sideways, slamming into the wall. Pet cursed as he struggled to maintain his grip on the thin, slick rope.

Suddenly, they lurched down even further, another three feet, placing them well past the top edge of the window. Jandra watched as comets of flaming oak and copper rained past them, exploding on the distant ground below.

“The beam’s shifting!” Pet yelled. “It’s going to break!” His toes touched the lower edge of the window but his body angled out into space. Jandra knew he couldn’t pull himself into the window with her weight on him. She tried to rise, reaching her hand up behind her to grab the rope.

“Don’t struggle!” Pet said. “I’m losing my grip!”

Jandra’s hand found the rope and she pulled herself up, taking her weight from his shoulder. Pet lost his toehold on the ledge and they swayed away from the window, the rope twisting. As it swung back in Jandra let go, her momentum taking her onto the ledge. She waved her arms for balance then quickly turned. Pet had swung back out. As he swung once more toward the window, Jandra grabbed him by his belt.

“Let go!” she said, pulling backward as he started to sway away.

Pet released the rope and they both tumbled from the ledge, falling backward into the tower. They landed on a soft cotton cushion, big enough for a sun-dragon to curl up on comfortably. Shadows and light danced around the chamber as flaming debris fell past the window.

Jandra lay trapped beneath Pet’s muscular body, looking into his face which was framed by a mane of golden hair. His bare chest pressed firmly against her breasts. His lips were inches from her own. She stared into Pet’s deep, emerald eyes, seeing the powerful emotion that stirred within them.

“What the hell is going on?” Pet shouted, his voice cracking with fear.

“The castle is under attack,” she said.

“Yes! I know! We were almost killed!”

“Calm down. Panic won’t help.”

“I don’t see how it’s hurting anything!”

“You’re hurting me,” she said. Her breath was still painful and his weight on her wasn’t helping. “Get off.”

“Oh,” he said, looking as if he just now realized he was on top of her. “Right. Sure.” He rolled off, sitting up, looking dazed. “This just isn’t how I planned to spend the evening at all,” he whined.

She sat up, bracing her back against the wall.

“As soon as I catch my breath, we’ll go,” she said.

“Where?” Pet said, shaking his head. “It looked like the whole castle was on fire. Why is this happening?”

“Albekizan must know we’re here,” Jandra said, taking a deep breath and then coughing again. “We need to find Vendevorex. Fight by his side to defend this castle.”

“Fight?” Pet said, twisting a long strand of his golden mane around his fingers. “I don’t know anything about fighting!”

“Would you calm down?”

At that moment the rope hanging outside the window slackened and the flaming roof beam roared past the window. Glowing embers showered the room. Thin white twigs of smoke rose from several spots on the cushion.

“We’re going to die!” Pet screamed.

“If we stay here, probably,” Jandra said, struggling back to her feet. “Come on.” Jandra grabbed Pet’s hand, helping him rise. She pulled him toward the hallway. “Vendevorex will know what to do.”

Halfway down the hallway she heard a crash behind them. The crash kept rumbling for an absurdly long time. Smoke and dust rolled through the corridor as the hot wind at her back pushed her to move faster. She suspected the whole tower had finally collapsed, but she didn’t dare look back. She pushed ahead, ignoring the needles in her chest, dragging Pet along.

The further they went, the more her breath returned. Soon, she broke into a run with Pet still in tow. Racing through the halls of the castle, Jandra heard the sounds of battle all around. She hadn’t been in Chakthalla’s palace long enough to get a feel for what kind of army she commanded. She’d seen perhaps a hundred earth-dragon guards but nothing like the force outside the castle walls. And Chakthalla’s earth-dragons had seemed to exist primarily as dolls to be costumed in elaborate uniforms. She’d seen very few of the rough, ill-tempered brutes that populated Albekizan’s ground forces.