The King of the Crags (29 page)
‘What have you done?’ he whispered. His hands and arms and face were agony. His clothes were still hot to the touch and smelled burned. Snow, he realised, was eating. Behind the hut had been a tiny fenced field with perhaps half a dozen pigs in it. They were all burned now. The smell of them made his mouth water, made him remember how long he too had been without food. The dragon was picking them off the ground with her claws, tossing them into the air and catching them in her mouth. The way his cousin Sollos used to eat grapes.
I am still hungry. This is not enough.
He didn’t want to think about the people he’d seen. Maybe Snow had eaten them already. Maybe she was saving them for later. They were certainly dead. Burned to a crisp.
‘I’d like to get down.’
Are you sure? You are far safer where you are.
He ignored her. Slowly and painfully, he undid the straps and harnesses that held him in the saddle. He half slid, half fell to the ground. When he looked at his hands they were bright red. They were sore and getting worse. Burnt. Add that to the fact that every joint and muscle already hurt from their flight across the mountains and there was nothing left.
‘Was that necessary, dragon?’
When he didn’t get an answer, he moved gingerly through the smouldering wreckage to the shore of the lake. He lay down on the edge of the land with his face half in the water, his arms stretched out in front of him. The water was deliciously cool. The pain eased. He drank a little. It tasted good.
Behind him he heard the dragon shift, scattering more wreckage, and then a thin wailing shriek. When he looked around, Snow was holding a boy in her claws. She was going to eat him.
‘No!’ Kemir jumped to his feet waving his arms. ‘No, Snow! Don’t! Don’t you dare!’
Her mouth was already open. She looked at him and cocked her head.
But I am hungry, Kemir. Why should I not eat?
But I am hungry, Kemir. Why should I not eat?
‘Why? Why? Because that’s a person, that’s why! A boy! Like me!’
It is food, Kemir.
‘It’s a boy, you stupid dragon. Half grown. Hardly even worth eating. You can’t . . .’ How did you reason with a dragon. ‘Am I food? Is that all I am?’
Snow’s expression didn’t change. He
was
food. Now he had time to think about it, yes, that
was
what she thought of him. Nadira had been food.
was
food. Now he had time to think about it, yes, that
was
what she thought of him. Nadira had been food.
You have also been useful, Kemir. Perhaps you will be useful again.
‘Useful food.’ He sat down and started to laugh, or to cry, or perhaps a bit of both. He wasn’t sure and he certainly didn’t care. ‘Useful food. Is that what I am?’
Yes.
‘Useful didn’t save Nadira, did it, dragon?’
Snow almost shrugged.
But, Kemir, she was not useful at all. She knew nothing. She had no other value.
But, Kemir, she was not useful at all. She knew nothing. She had no other value.
‘Because you had me to tell you about the world?’ He could have cried.
Yes
.
I see this troubles you, but it is the natural order of things.
.
I see this troubles you, but it is the natural order of things.
‘
Troubles
me? You could say that, yes.’
I’m shouting. Shouting at a dragon. Not good.
He tried to gather his thoughts. ‘When I stop being useful, Snow. What happens then?’
Troubles
me? You could say that, yes.’
I’m shouting. Shouting at a dragon. Not good.
He tried to gather his thoughts. ‘When I stop being useful, Snow. What happens then?’
Then we part, Kemir. Or before, if that is what you wish.
‘And if you happen to be hungry when we part, I get eaten?’ He looked away. ‘No. Don’t answer that. I don’t think I want to know.’
I will not eat you just because I am hungry. I will eat you so that you cannot speak of me to others of your kind. Or mine.
The boy was still dangling from Snow’s claw. He seemed to have fainted. Kemir picked up a stone and hefted it in his hand. ‘Then you let him go. Either that or you eat us both right now. Snow didn’t move. She looked at him for a long time. Silent, eyes blank, alien and impenetrable. As he met her gaze, Kemir discovered something that he didn’t expect. He meant it. Really, really meant it. They were both outsiders, him and this boy. They’d both seen their homes destroyed by dragons, their families, their entire worlds. ‘He’s like us, Snow,’ he said, more softly this time. ‘He’s a nest-mate too. You’re alone, I’m alone and now so is he.’ He shook his head. ‘You have to be different, Snow. If you can’t be different then leave us be. Leave us here. I want no part of you.’
Gently, Snow lowered the boy to the ground at Kemir’s feet. He must have been about ten, Kemir decided. Still a boy but not far away from being a man. Old enough to be useful.
Old enough to be useful
, repeated Snow.
I think I understand.
, repeated Snow.
I think I understand.
‘He’s older than you, dragon. And we’re all useful. All of us. In our different ways.’
Yes
. Snow picked up the charred remains of what was probably one of the boy’s parents and gobbled it down.
That is true.
. Snow picked up the charred remains of what was probably one of the boy’s parents and gobbled it down.
That is true.
25
Strange Lands
The boy ran away the first chance he got. Kemir didn’t bother to look for him. Either he knew how to survive in the forests around the lake or he didn’t. If he did, good luck to him; if he didn’t then he’d be back and Kemir had quite enough other things to worry about.
Burns, for a start. When Snow had breathed fire his hands had taken the worst of it. The skin blistered and peeled over the days that followed; the damage wasn’t deep and eventually they’d heal, but until they did he couldn’t hunt, couldn’t even string his bow, and that put paid to any idea of running away. All he could do was ease the pain in the cold water of the lake and hope that the healing would be clean and the wounds wouldn’t go bad. That and shout at the dragon, telling her what to do.
Snow spent the next morning smashing down trees, pulling them out of the ground and hurling them into the lake. She was at it for hours, and Kemir couldn’t understand what she was doing until she finally stopped, stood at one end and started to run. Each pounding step made the ground shudder. When she reached the end of the space she’d made, she stretched out her wings and launched herself out over the lake. Her back claws and her tail slashed the water, sending a tower of spray into the air, and then she was up and gone. She went hunting on her own every day after that, for longer and longer each day, until some nights she didn’t come back at all. Kemir didn’t ask where she went or what she found, but sometimes she told him anyway.
There are others of your kind. They are far away, along the river. There are homes like this one and then villages and then towns. I do not know if they are useful or if they are yet more of your nest-mates, so I did not eat them. There are cows and horses too. They are more filling but not as much fun.
There are others of your kind. They are far away, along the river. There are homes like this one and then villages and then towns. I do not know if they are useful or if they are yet more of your nest-mates, so I did not eat them. There are cows and horses too. They are more filling but not as much fun.
She brought the boat back to the shore, which meant he could go fishing once his hands started to heal. Then he found some mushrooms but they only gave him cramps. Finally, after Kemir lost his temper and shouted at Snow about how he was slowly starving to death, the dragon came back in the twilight with a cow. She gathered a mound of smashed-up wood and set it on fire. As the stars rose, she ripped the cow into pieces and tossed them onto the flames. Kemir had to laugh.
‘I used to have nights like this with Sollos. We spent enough of our lives sleeping under the stars. We had fires like this all the time. Strips of meat were a bit smaller though . . .’ His voice trailed away into wistful memories.
Sollos. Killed by that bastard rider.
Sollos. Killed by that bastard rider.
If you starve, you will not be useful nor even much good as food.
‘Ha ha. That dragon humour kills me.’
She didn’t understand. He knew the sound in his head now, when he said something that Snow couldn’t make into any sense, or else couldn’t be bothered to try. Something like a shrug and a sigh. He felt that now as Snow ate the remnants of the carcass. Then she sat on her haunches and watched him. The fire lit up the scales of her belly and her neck. Sparkling embers spiralled up around her head. When she stretched out her neck she was as tall as the trees. Her tail was even longer. Yet, for all her size, she was skinny. Lean and sleek, not like the squat irresistible power of a war-dragon.
Tell me what you know about the alchemists.
Kemir laughed and shook his head. ‘No chance, dragon. Then I won’t be useful any more and you’ll eat me.’ The smell of roasting cow was making him weak at the knees.
She looked at him, then slowly reached into the fire and took the first lump of dead cow between her teeth. Then she looked at Kemir and gulped it down.
Tell me what you know about the alchemists.
‘You’re a bastard.’ He was feeling faint. Snow reached into the fire again.
I already know where to find them.
‘You give me some food and I’ll tell you what I know.’
When you hands are healed, do you still mean to run away from me?
He had no answer to that. A few minutes later she flicked her tail through the flames. Half a smouldering ribcage landed at his feet. He looked at it for a second and then tore into it, ignoring the pain from his hands. It was charcoal on the outside and raw in the middle, but there were plenty of bits in between. Blood dribbled down his chin. It was delicious.
After the first few mouthfuls, he stopped. He’d been hungry enough times before to take his time. ‘Do you remember when you killed your first alchemist? I was there.’
I know.
‘That was the second alchemist I ever met.’ He laughed, sucking juices from his fingers. ‘Sollos was going to be an alchemist. That’s how he got his name. They were going to take him to the City of Dragons and sell him to the Order and live like kings for the rest of their lives. Or that’s what they thought.’
Why is that so foolish?
Kemir shook his head and chuckled at the madness of the idea. ‘Dragon, we were outsiders. We had no idea where the City of Dragons even was. Someone had come back from somewhere with a story they’d heard from someone else who’d once been to somewhere that might have once been visited by a trader who might have been to the City of Dragons at one time in his life. They thought that all they had to do was go there and hand Sollos over and the Order would turn him into a great magician and shower them with gold. Daft.’ He took a deep breath and licked his lips. ‘When I told that story to the first alchemist I ever met, he nearly gave himself a rupture he laughed so much. But then again he was already a long way into his cups.’ He shook himself, serious for a moment. ‘Dragon, where I came from, we barely knew where to find the next village. It’s true that the Order pay for children. They give them some sort of test to find out how good an alchemist they might become. If the child is good enough, the Order buys them. Ten gold dragons. For most people, that’s a small fortune. That’s enough to buy an inn or a smithy if you’re not too choosy.’
I don’t understand. Why do they buy children? Can they not make their own?
‘Why don’t you ask the next one instead of eating him?’
Perhaps I shall. This is not interesting. Tell me something different about alchemists.
‘Hmm.’ The piece of meat was cooling now. He picked it up and tossed it back towards Snow. ‘Needs some more cooking that bit. Pass me another.’
This time, when Snow threw him one back leg, he started carving it apart with his knife, scraping off the charcoal, slicing out the near-raw fillets underneath. Doing a proper job.
‘The first alchemist I met was in a brothel. I was in a bit of a bad way, but Sollos had heard of him. He took me in and put me back together. He wasn’t a proper alchemist though. He was one of the ones who wasn’t quite good enough. Or that’s how he put it. You see, they do buy children and maybe they make some of their own too, and they school them for ten years, which is longer than any king or queen by the way. The ones who aren’t clever enough by then they make into Scales. You remember those? You had one once. Kailin. You ate him.’
Snow didn’t answer and her thoughts were her own. After a good long pause Kemir went on. ‘Scales are freaks even before the Hatchling Disease starts turning them into living statues. I don’t know whether the alchemists do something to them or whether after ten years they’re just like that on their own. The ones they don’t make into Scales they make into apprentices. Those are the ones who start to learn all the juicy secrets. Except even then they don’t. Ten more years as an apprentice and even then half of them still get sent away, like the one I met. He was a sort of half-alchemist, I suppose. He didn’t know much, or if he did, he was sharp enough to keep it to himself even when he was so drunk he couldn’t pull up his trousers. They wander about the realms, travelling tinkers and traders. Every now and then the Order pays them for a favour. You know what he said pissed him off the most? He didn’t know who his father was, nor his mother. Order wouldn’t tell him, or else they didn’t know. Likely as not they’d long spent what they got for selling him and were poor as shit again, and he didn’t know who they were. Poor bastard.’ He paused, lost in memory. ‘No family. Never even knew them. That’s bad.’
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