The King of the Crags (32 page)
‘I don’t think he’ll want it raw.’ He couldn’t help thinking about where the donkey had come from.
Snow gave the dead donkey a pensive look, then she ambled on all fours over to the shore of the lake. She picked up a few stones, some of them roughly the same size as Kemir, and built a ring. Then she gathered some more stones and piled them on top. And then she breathed fire on them.
Kemir took a hurried step away as flames washed over the ground around the stones. Snow didn’t stop. She didn’t even pause for breath. The fire just went on and on and on.
After a bit the heat was too much and he had to walk right away into the trees. She was still at it a minute later, the flames pouring out of her. Made him wonder how long she could keep it up before she ran out of breath . . .
We do not need to breathe, Kemir. It is a . . .
He felt her rummaging in his head for the word.
A habit. An instinct. It is not a necessity.
He felt her rummaging in his head for the word.
A habit. An instinct. It is not a necessity.
Which explained how she’d vanished into a lake for five days. He shuddered. Everything breathed. Everything.
Eventually Snow stopped. She kicked off the stones from the top, gingerly, as though even she could feel how hot they were. Then she slit the donkey open from end to end and shook out all its guts into the first ring of stones. She put one hot stone into the cavity that had been the donkey’s chest, then put the carcass on top of its guts and piled the rest of the stones back on top.
Will that be better?
One moment you do that. And the next moment you’ll eat him. Or me.
‘Since when do dragons do cooking?’ he asked, when he couldn’t think of anything else.
‘Since when do dragons do cooking?’ he asked, when he couldn’t think of anything else.
My . . .
There was a strange tone to her thoughts. Something wistful, winsome, almost awestruck
. My first mistress showed this to me. When we thought the world was ending and there was nothing left to be done. Sasya.
There was a strange tone to her thoughts. Something wistful, winsome, almost awestruck
. My first mistress showed this to me. When we thought the world was ending and there was nothing left to be done. Sasya.
Kemir raised an eyebrow. ‘You had a mistress?’
A moon-sorceress. The ones who created us. They are long gone.
He felt her push the memories out of her thoughts.
I found a road. I have not seen this . . .
He felt her plucking the word out of his head again.
I have not seen a donkey creature before. I was hungry, but I only ate things with four legs.
Kemir thought he sensed a hint of reproach.
These are . . . They taste like horse but sweeter. I like them better.
He felt her push the memories out of her thoughts.
I found a road. I have not seen this . . .
He felt her plucking the word out of his head again.
I have not seen a donkey creature before. I was hungry, but I only ate things with four legs.
Kemir thought he sensed a hint of reproach.
These are . . . They taste like horse but sweeter. I like them better.
Kemir slowly came closer again. ‘Everything with two legs ran away screaming, then?’
Some of them fell over where they stood and clutched their heads. I do not remember so much fear in your kind. One of them decided to die. He was old.
‘What do you mean
decided
to die? You mean you scared him to death?’
decided
to die? You mean you scared him to death?’
I did not try to. I was hungry. I left your kind alone. I took as many things with four legs as I needed.
‘Donkeys?’
Other things too. Horses and dogs and buffalo. I did not even burn their wagons, Kemir.
‘I get it, dragon. You were very very careful not to hurt any people. Some of them died anyway, but that really wasn’t your fault.’ He spat and turned away. ‘You still ate Nadira.’
Snow peered at him. Her face had the same hungry expression as it ever did but her thoughts had changed. There was a music in them. She was laughing at him.
I see into your mind, Kemir. You think you can be different from others of your kind. You think the young one we leave behind us could be different too, if only we could find him and take him with us. But we cannot do that if he will not come, and besides, you are fooling yourself. I do not understand why you try to change how things are, Kemir. I am a dragon. Some of us are white and some are black; some are larger and others are smaller; but beneath our scales we are all simply dragons. Your kind are the same, Kemir. All of you. You always fight one another and you always will. I remember more than you can imagine. I remember from long ago, before the world was broken. Your kind were always this way even then, and you, Kemir, are no different. I can see into you and I know this to be true. Embrace what you are, Kemir. Do not try to be something else. Your enemies are merely those with bigger armies and sharper swords. That is the only difference between you.
Kemir bit his lip. ‘My enemies have dragons. Dragons are not weapons.’
No, Kemir, that is exactly what we are. But not for you. You are food. The order of things has become twisted.
‘I am
not
food, damn you!’
not
food, damn you!’
Snow didn’t answer. She was laughing at him again.
You amuse me. Perhaps that will save you when I become hungry.
You amuse me. Perhaps that will save you when I become hungry.
‘Oh, I’m
amusing
food now, am I? Just when I thought
useful
couldn’t get any worse.’ He took a deep breath. ‘If there was a road and it was busy then there must have been a town not far away.’
amusing
food now, am I? Just when I thought
useful
couldn’t get any worse.’ He took a deep breath. ‘If there was a road and it was busy then there must have been a town not far away.’
You are thinking of the boy again.
‘Some things can’t be undone and some things can never be forgiven. What you did to him can’t be put right. Nor can what you did to Nadira. But you could try.’
Snow was looking at him. Kemir felt her puzzlement.
Why?
‘Forgiveness.’
Forgiveness, Kemir? I do not understand this. In your mind, it seems it is the opposite of revenge. I see revenge in you often. All of your kind. You, Kemir, you would rather die trying and failing to have revenge than live and forgive. Why would you do that? I do not understand either forgiveness or revenge.
Kemir laughed. ‘Yet that’s what drives you too.’
No, Kemir. I seek to free my kind from their slavery. I do not seek to wilfully punish those who did it to us. I will do what needs to be done, no more. I will eat when I am hungry, Kemir, or perhaps for pleasure. But not for spite.
‘Some people think that forgiveness is the most beautiful thing in the world. And you can’t have that unless you have a little revenge too.’
I see nothing beautiful in being stupid.
She cocked her head.
I see, however, that you want this forgiveness very much. Why?
She cocked her head.
I see, however, that you want this forgiveness very much. Why?
His fists were clenched. He hadn’t noticed, but now they were so tight that it hurt.
Why indeed?
‘Because I should have stopped you. I should have stopped you from eating the people that lived here. I should have stopped you from eating Nadira.’
Why indeed?
‘Because I should have stopped you. I should have stopped you from eating the people that lived here. I should have stopped you from eating Nadira.’
Ah. I see.
Very slowly Snow lowered her head until she held it just above the ground. She moved closer, right in front of him. So close that he could reach out and . . .
Touch me, Kemir.
His heart was racing. She was warm. He could feel her heat. And she was huge. He reached out a hand and touched the scales of her nose. He was shaking, he realised, like a leaf.
When the snows melt on the tops of the mountains and the melt-water rushes down their sides and the rivers bloat and swell and froth, who will stop the flood?
She growled and withdrew.
Foolish man. When the flood comes, you run. When mountains topple, you run. When the earth cracks, you run. So it is when a dragon comes. Unless you are Kemir, who wrings his hands and says ‘I should have stopped you.’
She growled and withdrew.
Foolish man. When the flood comes, you run. When mountains topple, you run. When the earth cracks, you run. So it is when a dragon comes. Unless you are Kemir, who wrings his hands and says ‘I should have stopped you.’
For a moment the fear went away. Kemir walked past Snow’s head to where her front claws sank into the soft ground. He kicked her as hard as he could. Not that she’d even feel it, but it was satisfying, kicking a dragon. ‘Fine. Leave the boy. Just take me to the town you saw. We’ll find out where we are. And don’t burn it. The food there is all useful food, remember, and besides, I might want to stay there. You can find out where Valmeyan and his dragons are and
then
you can start burning things again.’
then
you can start burning things again.’
As you wish, Kemir. I am no longer hungry today.
‘And I will not be afraid of you.’
Perhaps I have taught you something of value then.
‘And stop laughing at me.’
He put the boy out of his mind as best he could and climbed onto Snow’s back. She lumbered across the ground to the edge of the clearing she’d made in the forest and then started to run. Kemir closed his eyes. This was the bit that always scared him the most. The dragon’s whole body pulsed with every step. The earth shook and the trees quivered in sympathy. He felt like a little boat, tossed on the waves of a stormy sea, hurled this way and that, at the mercy of the dragon-rider harness they’d stolen months ago, which didn’t even fit properly. As Snow reached the edge of the water, she made one last effort. Kemir felt himself grow heavy and then they were flying, over the water, tossing spray everywhere. Each beat of Snow’s wings levered her upward, pressing him into her scales. She circled once and then put her back towards the morning sun. Below them, all Kemir could see was endless forest and the silver ribbon of a river flowing idly away from the lake.
Maybe she’s right. How do you stop a hungry dragon, after all?
But the thought felt hollow. Somehow. That was the answer. You didn’t just give up and say it couldn’t be done. Of that much he was sure.
But the thought felt hollow. Somehow. That was the answer. You didn’t just give up and say it couldn’t be done. Of that much he was sure.
After an hour of following the river, they began to see cleared spaces in the forest. Then something that might have been a boat on the river. Then a village, more fields, more boats, all dotted about like tiny little toys. Which made him remember playing dragon-lords with his cousin Sollos when they’d been little boys. They’d make mounds in the dirt and find little stones to be people and then they’d pretend they were dragons and smash it all to pieces.
Well now he knew how those little stones felt. He wondered what they thought, the little people on the ground below him now, when they looked up and saw a dragon. Did a chill run down their spines? Were they frozen to the spot, wondering if today was the day the monster would swoop down and snatch them in its jaws? Or did they shrug their shoulders, mutter
‘There goes another one’
to their neighbours and get on with what they were doing? As if dragons were just another kind of weather.
‘There goes another one’
to their neighbours and get on with what they were doing? As if dragons were just another kind of weather.
Snow banked and pitched down, swooping low over the next village. As she dived, Kemir couldn’t hear anything except the rush of the wind past his face, but when he craned his neck over Snow’s shoulder, he saw the people. A few were staring, rooted to the spot, but most were running away. They were running ahead of Snow, out into their fields. He couldn’t hear them screaming, but he knew that they were.
Well that answers that, then.
‘Why do people always run in front of whatever is chasing them?’ he shouted. ‘Why don’t they scatter?’
And why am I shouting? No one can hear me over this wind and the dragon doesn’t need to anyway.
‘Why do people always run in front of whatever is chasing them?’ he shouted. ‘Why don’t they scatter?’
And why am I shouting? No one can hear me over this wind and the dragon doesn’t need to anyway.
All food runs,
thought Snow. She felt smug. Pleased at the reaction below.
thought Snow. She felt smug. Pleased at the reaction below.
‘They are not food!’
Everything that runs is food.
Kemir felt a hunger in the dragon now, almost a craving. He could picture her crashing into the village, spraying fire, smashing houses into splinters, tossing screaming men and women up into the air for the sheer joy of it, just like he and Sollos had done in their games. The visions lasted for a while, long after Snow had left the village behind and risen back into the sky. He shuddered. They weren’t his own visions, he was fairly sure of that. They had far too vicious a joy to them.
Kemir felt a hunger in the dragon now, almost a craving. He could picture her crashing into the village, spraying fire, smashing houses into splinters, tossing screaming men and women up into the air for the sheer joy of it, just like he and Sollos had done in their games. The visions lasted for a while, long after Snow had left the village behind and risen back into the sky. He shuddered. They weren’t his own visions, he was fairly sure of that. They had far too vicious a joy to them.
Other villages came and went, scattered patches of open space amid the great blanket of trees. Then the forest began to break up. There were more people, more fields jigsawed together, more roads, more boats on the river, and then finally a town. Kemir wasn’t sure what he’d expected - probably a muddy collection of houses, little more than a village that had sprawled out of control. What he hadn’t expected was a small city. It straddled the river, with strong stone walls protecting both halves. It even had a little castle. Snow changed course, keeping her distance.
‘Are there dragons here?’ That was his first thought.
No. If there were, I would have freed them.
Snow started to descend.
We will fly further until we find some.
Snow started to descend.
We will fly further until we find some.
‘Or you could let them know that you’re here. Burn some fields, eat some cows, that sort of thing. Donkeys, if you think they taste better. Scare them. Do whatever you want to do. Make noise. Let them see you. Enough to draw a few riders from their eyries to come have a look. Then when they come, you eat them.’
Slowly. Crunch crunch. Like chewing on an icicle.
Slowly. Crunch crunch. Like chewing on an icicle.
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