Song of the Dragon (53 page)

“What do they want then?” Urulani asked. “Why attack this city?”

“Because they thought
we
were here,” Belag replied. “Because they thought
he
was here.”

“Drakis?” Urulani sputtered, “All these gnomes destroyed and your friend slaughtered . . . just because these elven magicians think your friend is part of this moldy prophecy?”

“Come!” the manticore said as he began moving back toward the tunnel as quickly as the gore-coated floor would allow. “We have to get back . . . we have very little time left.”

“Time?” Urulani said with astonishment. “Time for
what
?”

“Lyric . . . uh, Musaran,” Belag called. “You must come and tell this story to Drakis.”

“As a spirit I am above such things,” the Lyric replied.

“Yes, but Drakis is fond of communing with spirits,” Belag continued. “Come quickly. Jugar, Urulani. We must get back at once!”

“Get back?” Urulani was losing her patience. “What about any survivors? What if there are more of those ‘Ubisee' things around?”

“I tell you that there
will
be a lot more of those ‘Ubisee things' around soon enough!” Belag said, stopping at the top of the ramp and turning to face the warrior-woman. “This was a single Quorum, but as soon as the
other
Quorums get word of what happened here, they're going to
know
it was one of us who did this . . . and it won't take them long to figure out that the only way we might have gone is through the Cragsway Pass.”

“And to Nothree,” Jugar said as he nodded.

“They've found us,” Belag said. “And our backs are to the sea.”

“W
HERE HAS EVERYONE GONE?” Mala asked casually.

“Do I care where everyone has gone?” Drakis answered back, soft warmth in his voice.

They walked as one along the sloping sands of the bay's shore, their bare feet digging into the residual warmth of the sand as the cool offshore breeze flowed past them. The sun was setting on a perfect day in the first place of peace that Drakis had ever known. The totality of its experience was almost painful to the human warrior who had never known tranquillity—never even had the ability to imagine it. Yet here they were, Mala's arm wrapped around his waist and his around her shoulders, walking beside the gently lapping waves of Nothree Bay and looking in awe at the encircling mountain peaks, fading to purple under a vibrant orange sky at sunset.

“But I haven't seen anyone all day,” Mala said.

“What do you mean ‘haven't seen anyone?' ” Drakis spoke through a crooked smile. “Look . . . over there behind that corsair galley. There's a whole group of ‘someones' working on those nets. And just up there . . . entirely too many ‘someones' who are trying to keep those children out from under foot while they cook dinner. The whole village is absolutely lousy with ‘someones.' ”

Mala slugged him in the chest with the boots in her hand just hard enough so that he would not let go of her. “You're terrible! That's not what I meant and you know it. Where's the dwarf or the Lyric . . . or either of the manticores from our old House for that matter?”

“You forgot the chimerian.”

“Well, I'd just as soon
forget
the chimerian altogether.”

“Can't argue with you there.”

“But seriously, Drakis.” Mala stopped walking, pulling him around to face her just before they came to the beached prow of one of the Sondau ships. “Where are they? Don't you think it odd that they follow you all this way and then run off without a word to you? They've been gone more than a full day now. It's like they all vanished at once.”

“Mala, stop worrying,” Drakis said, turning toward her and taking her by her shoulders. She looked so beautiful to him in the soft light of the closing day that he nearly forgot what he was about to say. “I spoke with Elder Shasa this morning. He said that most of them went off to try to find RuuKag . . . who apparently had gotten it into his mind to return to the Hak'kaarin on his own. No one knows where Ethis went, and to be honest, I'd be just as glad if he remained lost.”

“But, Drakis . . .”

“Mala, listen to me . . . there's something I want to talk to you about.” Drakis took her hand and led her higher up the beach just short of the seawall. He gestured for her to sit and then sat next to her as they both looked out over the waters of the bay. The evening was deepening but through the narrow channel that entered the bay between the towering rocks could still be seen the fading remnant of the sunset illuminating the northern horizon.

“What is it, Drakis?” Mala asked quietly.

Drakis sat still for some time before he spoke. “Have you ever enjoyed quiet like this?”

“Quiet?” Mala laughed. “I hear those pots in the kitchen behind us . . . I hear the laugher of those men mending the net . . . those children squealing up the beach—and the birds around here can be downright obnoxious.”

Drakis smiled. “That's not what I mean. I mean the luxury of
being
quiet . . . of just holding still and looking out over the water with someone next to you to share that stillness. To not have to say a word and know that no one needs you to speak because the quiet around you speaks for you.”

Mala leaned toward him, resting her head against his shoulder. “I've never known that quiet before here . . . it's painful.”

“Yes, that's right,” Drakis nodded. “Painful because we never knew it existed and now the thought of losing it is unbearable. Mala, I'm tired of running toward a horizon that is always getting farther away . . . tired of pretending to pursue some destiny that isn't even mine.”

“What are you saying?” Mala asked.

“I'm saying that this . . . right here . . . is everything that I want or could ever want out of my life.” Drakis reached down and pulled up a handful of the white sand from between his feet. It glittered slightly in the fading rays of the day. “This place . . . this peace. I don't want or need any great destiny that may not be mine to begin with. All I want is this quiet . . . right here . . . with you.”

“But, the song in your head . . . the music that calls you . . .”

“It's still there,” Drakis replied, looking through the narrow passage to the north. The light on the horizon was rapidly fading. “If anything it is stronger than ever, but, Mala, that doesn't mean I have to follow it. Let it just be a song in my head . . . from what Elder Shasa tells me there are plenty of other humans who have heard the song, too, and
they
didn't have to go out and become this great prophecy fulfillment either.”

“What are you saying?”

“I'm saying I don't want to run anymore.” Drakis turned to Mala. “I'm saying I want to stay . . . right here with you as my mate or wife or whatever the Sondau call it, bury my sword, have a family of our own, and live a quiet life.”

“I . . . I don't . . .” Mala stammered. “Is it possible, Drakis? I mean, we've run for so long, and we barely know ourselves who we are . . .”

“We can be whoever we choose,” Drakis persisted. “If anything, I've learned that over the last months. It doesn't matter who we were, Mala; we can
become
who we want to be. We can forget about our past; what we cannot forget, we can forgive and start anew.”

“Can we, Drakis?” Mala said, looking up into his face. “I don't know . . . if people can change. Maybe we're so broken that we
can't
change.”

Drakis smiled down at her. “How will we ever know if we don't try?”

“It would be wonderful to try,” she replied softly.

An unwelcome shout behind Drakis shattered the moment. “Drakis!”

“It would be him,” Mala said distastefully.

Drakis pushed himself up from the sand and turned toward the voice. “Yes, Ethis, it is me. Now that you have completely ruined my evening, I'm sure you've thought of some way to ruin my night as well. What is it?”

The chimerian paused, glanced at Mala rising to stand next to Drakis, and then took in a deep breath.

“Yes,” Drakis urged, “You've got my attention. What is it?”

“I . . . I thought we might discuss our next move.”

“Our
next move?” Drakis responded. “Just what
move
would that be?”

“Why . . . northward, as you said,” Ethis spoke, choosing words as a warrior might choose his weapons in battle. “The Sondau have these corsairs that are legendary in the open sea. You might prevail upon them to take us farther on—perhaps across the Bay of Thetis into Nordesia or even . . .”

“No,” Drakis said flatly.

“They might take us along the coast to the west, or we could travel by land to Point Kontantine but we would still need the corsair ships to . . .”

“No, Ethis,” Drakis repeated more firmly. “I'm not going anywhere.”

“But . . . your destiny . . .”

“
My
destiny? You've been repeating that lie so long that you've started believing it yourself.” Drakis shook his head. “It's not me! Even if it
were
me, I wouldn't want it! It was all just a story the dwarf told, Ethis, so that gullible folks along the way would feed us and give us a bed! It got us here and that's enough . . . I'm not going anywhere!”

“So that's it, then,” Ethis spat, his blank expression vanishing for the first time that Drakis had ever known him into what passed for a scowl. “You just give up, tell the rest of the world to jump into the Chaos while you play in the sand?”

“Yes!” Drakis shot back. “It's my life . . . for the first time it
is
mine . . . not yours . . . not the dwarf fool's . . . certainly not the Empire's . . . and I'm not giving it up to anyone else, either!”

Ethis shook his head. “You selfish, blind, narrow-minded idiot! It's gone way beyond time for you to hide! You think the Iblisi will just
give up
. . . that they'll wake up one day and say, ‘This is too hard, let's just let this one go?' They
never
give up, Drakis, and they
never, ever
forget. They will hunt you down and murder you, you and anyone who has been with you. The very first they'll take will be those closest to you. The safest thing you can do is get off this continent—across the sea—somewhere they can't reach.”

“Oh, please,” Drakis sneered. “You're scaring the women.”

Ethis growled under his breath in frustration. “You have no idea who these Iblisi are . . . or who
I
am for that matter!”

“Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea about
you
,” Drakis snarled. “I've seen what you're capable of . . . just how honest you can be!”

“I'm trying to
help
you, human!”

Drakis looked behind the chimerian. There came a rising tide of shouts from the village. Suddenly one appeared, then three, and then entire families were running frantically about. Soon a number of them ran toward the various ships beached along the crescent of sandy shore that marked the edge of the harbor.

Drakis eyed the chimerian. “What did you do, Ethis?”

Belag and the Lyric appeared behind the dwarf, all of them running directly toward Drakis and Mala.

“Well,” Mala sighed to herself. “It looks like everyone found
us
.”

Urulani came with them but ran past Drakis without as much as a nod, shouting toward the beached ship beyond. “Kanshu! Get up!”

A head poked up over the gunwales, staring blearily back.

“Raise me a crew of twenty!” she shouted, plunging into the water without slowing, then pulling herself up a rope that Kanshu hastily tossed over the side. “We've got to get the ship provisioned and ready for sail at once. And I want warriors and sea-crafters only—and pray we don't need them!”

“Aye, Captain,” Kanshu replied at once, himself jumping over the side and pushing shoreward through the shallows. “How long a voyage, Captain?”

“I don't know . . . bring as much as is at hand,” Urulani shouted as she at once set about readying the ship. “I've told the Elders to abandon the village. We'll hold the beach until everyone is safely away on the other ships.”

“Are we being raided, Captain?” Kanshu asked as he surged out of the water and onto the shore.

“Yes! I don't know when but soon,” Urulani called out. “We have to get everyone out . . . they can't kill us if we aren't here.”

“Now what?” Drakis groaned.

“Drakis!” the dwarf shouted, his short legs churning up the sand atop the seawall. “Ah, good it is to see you, my friend, and most blessed by the gods indeed that you are well! We've not a moment to waste . . . gather all that is needful, and let us away while we can!”

Drakis closed his eyes and turned his face up toward the dark sky. “You, too? I finally find a place where I am content to stop and now all of you want to leave?”

“I am sorry, Drakis,” Belag said. “But we must.”

“We don't
have
to do anything,” Drakis protest.

The manticore drew himself up before the human warrior and looked down at him with kind eyes. “Sometimes, friend, we must do a thing or we stop being ourselves.”

“What does that mean?” Drakis asked.

“It means that we have just returned from the mud city south of the Sentinel Peaks,” Belag said. “We tracked RuuKag there. There is much to that tale that we will tell when there is more time, but for now all that needs to be said is that RuuKag is dead . . . and so, too, is the city of the Hak'kaarin.”