Dragon Kiss (2 page)

“You simpleton!” snapped Ratinki. “I was going to make him tell us all about it. Now we’ll never know what happened!”

“Maybe Millie will tell us the next time we see her, although I don’t expect that to be for a good long time. I’ve never seen Emma and Eadric so upset.”

“If she were my daughter, I’d lock her in a tower and throw away the key,” said Ratinki.

“If she were your daughter,” said Klorine, “she would have locked herself in the tower and thrown away the key.”

Audun couldn’t wait any longer. “Where did they take her?”

“Home, I suppose,” said Klorine.

The old witch snorted with disgust. “You’re going to blab everything, aren’t you? So much for keeping secrets from the enemy!”

“I’m not your enemy,” said Audun. “I love Millie. I would never hurt her. If you could just tell me where she lives . . .”

“Greater Greensward, of course.”

“Klorine!” shouted Ratinki. “Don’t tell him that! Who knows what he has in mind.”

“Don’t be silly, Ratinki. He said he loves her. I think true love is so romantic!”

“Between humans! But he’s a dragon. For all we know he might want to eat Millie!”

Klorine pursed her mouth in disgust. “Now who’s being a ninny-head? This is a nice young dragon, not some ravening beast. Don’t pay her any mind,” she said, turning back to Audun. “Just head south over the forest and the river. Millie’s mother is the Green Witch and a Dragon Friend. Any dragon can tell you how to find the castle. There are lots of dragons in Greater Greensward. You’ll feel right at home there.”

“I doubt it, but thanks, anyway,” said Audun.

Two

W
hen it began to rain, Audun searched until he found a cave where he could spend the night. He finally found one that was big enough, but was disappointed to see that a family of wolves already occupied it. Fortunately, after he went in to look around, the wolves decided to go somewhere else to sleep, and he spent the night undisturbed. Even so, he had trouble falling asleep. All he could think about was Millie. He’d never met anyone like her before.

Every time he was ready to drift off, Audun saw Millie’s face. He remembered how her eyes had lit up when she smiled at him, and how frightened she had looked when she’d found him frozen in the ice with his own noxious gas swirling around him. He remembered how she’d melted the ice with her dragon fire and had taken the flames into herself when his ice-dragon gas exploded. After she had saved his life, fire had nearly consumed her and she’d had to dive into a valley filled with snow to put it out. The snow had melted and she was sinking in the water when he dove in after her. Audun rubbed his forelimbs, remembering what it had been like to carry her. He wished he could touch her again, if only for a moment, and he went to sleep only after he’d promised himself that he’d be with her very soon.

The sky was clear the next morning except for a scattering of clouds in the distance. He had no trouble finding Millie’s scent again, but he hadn’t flown far before he lost it. This didn’t worry him at first. Turning on a wing tip, he retraced his flight path, returning to the spot where he’d last smelled her. He continued on, more carefully this time, and lost the odor at exactly the same place. Audun tried again and again, each time becoming more agitated as well as more determined not to give up.

Eventually, he caught the faintest whiff of another familiar scent, one he had smelled for the first time in the castle near his home. It had been the Blue Witch’s castle, and although his family had been trapped in the walls, it hadn’t been the witch’s doing; she had been a prisoner as well. He couldn’t remember the old woman’s name, but he did know that she and Millie had become friends of sorts. It was possible that she might even know Millie’s whereabouts.

Following the new scent, Audun flew toward a part of the forest where the trees were older and taller. As he passed over a clearing, he glanced down and saw a nymph with long, green hair paddling in a small pond, while a unicorn drank from the shallower water. At Audun’s approach, the nymph slipped into the depths of the pond. The unicorn snorted, shook its mane, and turned to run.

The dragon flew on and soon the old witch’s scent drew Audun to a clearing where nodding bluebells surrounded a small, well-kept cottage with a newly thatched roof and a gently puffing chimney. Three white-haired women sat in the shade of the only tree in the clearing, sipping from cups shaped like half-opened tulips. Not wanting to startle them, Audun landed at the edge of the forest. He was about to call out a greeting when the woman in the muddy-colored gown glanced over her shoulder and said to her friends, “Don’t look now, but there’s a dragon sneaking up on us.”

The woman in gray lowered her cup. “If you won’t let us look, Mudine, you’ll have to do the looking for us. Is it anyone we know?”

Mudine shook her head. “I’ve never seen a dragon like this before. He’s white.”

“ ‘Never trust a dragon you don’t know,’ my old mother used to say,” said the woman in gray.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Oculura,” snapped the smallest woman. “I had the same mother as you and I never heard her say such a thing! She wouldn’t have trusted any dragon, living or dead!”

“You’re older than I am, Dyspepsia. You left home years before I did. I had to listen to a lot of mother’s adages before she choked to death on that fried radish.”

“Can you two stop arguing long enough for us to deal with this dragon?” asked Mudine.

“That’s easy enough,” said Oculura. “A wall of flame should chase him off. It worked on my last husband when he wouldn’t stop coming around.”

“That’s even more ridiculous!” said Dyspepsia. “This is a dragon we’re talking about. They love flames! Why don’t we try something like this . . .”

Rising to her feet, the little old witch swept her arm in a grand gesture while muttering under her breath. With a rumble and a
whoosh!
a torrent of stones rose out of the ground and flung themselves at Audun’s head.

Befuddled, Audun half-turned, lifted his tail, and swatted the stones aside. He hadn’t done anything to provoke these humans, yet they were attacking him. All he wanted to do was talk to the Blue Witch about Millie. Maybe they didn’t understand . . .

“Excuse me!” he called, taking two steps closer to the old women. “I just wanted to . . .”

“Well, that didn’t do a bit of good,” said Oculura. “The beast is still coming to get us. Maybe if I do this . . .” Speaking under her breath, the witch held her hands in front of her, then thrust them apart as if she were trying to move something heavy.

Audun yelped as the ground opened beneath his feet. He spread his wings and was about to fly away when Mudine said, “And I’ll do this!” Smiling with glee, the old woman fluttered her fingers at his feet and said something Audun couldn’t quite hear. Vines erupted from the hole in the ground and wrapped themselves around Audun. “Go ahead and use your fire on those, dragon!” she shouted. “Those asbesta vines will never burn!”

The white dragon roared in surprise, jerking at his trapped feet and flapping his wings. Suddenly the door to the cottage burst open and a fourth white-haired lady stepped out, blinking at the sunshine. “What’s this racket about?” she demanded. “I thought you were going to let me take a nap.”

Taking a deep breath, Audun exhaled onto the vines, which immediately turned a sickly shade of yellow and shriveled. Free again, he rose into the air and cupped his wings so he could stay in place. He would have flown away if he hadn’t recognized the woman who had just stepped outside as the witch he had come to see. It was plain that she recognized him at the same time, because her eyes grew wide in surprise.

“What are you doing here?” she asked. “I never thought I’d see you again.”

“I’m looking for Millie,” said Audun. “Do you know where I might find her?”

“Why?” the witch asked, sounding suspicious.

“Because I love her,” he replied. “I don’t want to live without her.”

The Blue Witch snorted and said, “You sound like you want to propose.”

“I do,” said Audun. “I want her as my mate. I want to spend the rest of my life with her.”

Slapping her knee, the Blue Witch chortled. “Now if that doesn’t beat all! That’s got to be the funniest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“I wasn’t joking,” Audun said, giving her the sternest look he could muster.

“Then you’re in for a big disappointment,” said the witch, sounding a lot less cheerful. “Her family would never let her marry a dragon! You’d have to be a human before you’d get even a glimmer of a chance.”

The crest on the back of Audun’s neck wilted. “So you’re saying there’s no hope for me?”

“I didn’t say that,” said the Blue Witch. “Dragons can do lots of things, some that come naturally, and some that have to be taught. Your elders figure they’ll teach you what you need to know once you’re old enough and smart enough to handle it. If you’re serious about Millie, go talk to your king and his dragon council. They’re the only ones who can help you.”

“I’ll do that if I have to, but I want to talk to Millie first. Do you know where she went? I was following her scent until I lost it over the forest.”

“You won’t be able to find her. Millie’s mother used magic to whisk her away to someplace where they could talk with no one interrupting them. Even I couldn’t follow them if I wanted to. I doubt Millie would want to see you now, anyway. She’s in a lot of trouble and having you there would just make it worse. Nope, your best bet is to see your dragon council. If you’re lucky, the members might have a soft spot for true love—if you really love her, that is. You do, don’t you? I’ll be angry if I helped you like this and you weren’t sincere.”

The Blue Witch wouldn’t let Audun go until she was convinced that he meant what he’d said. After that, she made her friends apologize to him for attacking him with their magic, and by then they were all declaring how hungry they were and made him stay to eat. While they shared a meal of leftover stew (giving Audun all the meat), the Blue Witch began to reminisce about life in the Icy North, making the white dragon tell her friends about it as well. It wasn’t until late afternoon that she finally let him go with a sack of dried fish and the good wishes of four white-haired witches.

Audun’s wings were heavy as he flew away from the witches’ cottage. He had been so looking forward to seeing Millie again that he hadn’t allowed himself to consider the fact that she might not be findable. Dipping one wing, he started to turn in the direction of the Icy North, but changed his mind. Although he might not be able to see Millie, at least he could see the castle where she’d grown up. Even that much contact with something of hers might ease the ache in his chest.

The castle wasn’t hard to find once he left the forest where the witches lived. Scanning the horizon, he soon saw green pennants snapping in the wind atop the tall, slender towers of a castle. With the sun at his back, he sped toward the castle and landed in the courtyard. A stable boy was nearly dragged off his feet when the horse he was walking saw Audun. Screaming, the horse fought to get away, but the boy held on and got the animal under control long enough to get it out of sight of the dragon.

Audun was wondering if he should leave when an older woman with gray-streaked auburn hair swooped out of the sky on a magic carpet and landed in the courtyard beside him. “May I help you?” she asked.

“I wanted to see Millie,” said Audun. “I’m a friend of hers.”

The woman’s lips widened in a warm smile. “I’m her great-aunt Grassina. Wait just a minute and I’ll see if she’s here.”

A flicker of hope lit up Audun’s eyes. “Do you mean she’s home?”

“A little bird told me that she got back a few hours ago,” Grassina said over her shoulder as she headed for the door. “She might be resting, though. I’ll just go up and—”

The door flew open and Millie came racing out, shrieking, “Audun!” Dashing across the cobblestones, she threw her arms around the dragon’s neck and clung to him.

Audun smiled, curved his neck around her, and said, “I told you that you couldn’t keep me away.” Millie turned her head and he saw that her lovely green eyes were red from crying and her cheeks were streaked with tears.

Two other women appeared in the doorway, neither of whom was smiling. The older woman had golden hair like Millie’s, but it was sprinkled with white. She was beautiful, despite the cross expression she was wearing. “It’s that dragon, the one she was telling us about. He shouldn’t be here, not after all the horrid things Millie said.”

“I didn’t say anything horrid, Grandmother,” Millie cried, before turning back to Audun. “I just told them how much I care about you,” she said, looking into his eyes.

“No human should love a dragon,” said her grandmother. “It isn’t right.”

“That isn’t fair, Mother,” said the other woman. “Eadric loves me whether I’m a human or a dragon, just as I love him no matter what I am. I simply don’t understand how Millie could feel so strongly about Audun after such a short time. Unless it’s her dragon side . . . Flame Snorter swears she fell in love with Grumble Belly the first time she saw him.”

This woman looked remarkably like Millie and it occurred to Audun that this had to be Millie’s mother, who was not only a princess, but also a witch and a Dragon Friend. Audun squinted his eyes and could see a rosy glow around her, the fabled sign of a true friend to dragons.

“I’m honored to meet you, Dragon Friend,” he said, bowing his head. “I’ve come to court your daughter.”

Millie’s grandmother’s hand flew to her forehead and she swayed as if she’d been struck. “This is worse than I thought,” she said in a strained voice. “We can’t let this happen. We’ll be the laughingstock of all the kingdoms. Or worse yet, the object of their hatred. If we let dragons marry into the family all the neighboring kingdoms will consider us unsuitable to rule. We’ll have armies marching on us from every direction.”