I see that your definition of small amounts of self-indulgence has remained a constant. He turned to Kaylin. Forgive the interruption, Private. Was there anything unusual that occurred when the egg hatched?
Define unusual.
Honestly, Sanabalis, the Arkon said in a much lower voice, I feel that Bellusdeo is not the correct companion for the Private. Some of her influence is bound to manifest itself at inconvenient times. He also lifted a hand to the bridge of his nose. Anything out of the ordinary. Anything magical.
Kaylin nodded crisply. A barrier of some kind appeared. It protected both Bellusdeo and me from the debris and the possibility of injury.
Anything else?
Kaylin hesitated.
Private.
It ate one of my marks right after it hatched.
* * *
After a very long pause, the Arkon rose from his desk and approached Kaylin. The small dragon lifted its head, bumping the side of Kaylins cheek as it did. The Arkon examined the dragon from a safe distance, during which time he was uncomfortably silent. Given the current status of the Hawks, it is probably too much to ask for a full Records capture of your marks tonight. I will expect a full capture to be arranged for tomorrow, and all records are to be transferred to the Imperial Archives for my perusal. Is that clear?
As glass, sir.
Good. He held out a hand. Please give me the creature.
Kaylin hesitated, and the Arkons eyes narrowed. She tried to disengage the small dragon; he dug in. Literally. I dont think he wants to leave, she said, pulling at four small, clawed appendages. He responded by biting her hair.
The Arkon lowered his hand. Has the creature spoken at all?
Pardon?
Spoken. Communicated.
Uh, no.
Has it separated itself from you at all, for any length of time?
Separated itself?
Left. You. Alone.
No, Arkon.
Have you attempted to put it down at all?
Not until now, Arkon. She winced; shed had burrs that were easier to remove from her hair. Can I ask where this line of questioning is leading?
Did Bellusdeo say anything about the creature prior to your arrival here?
Kaylin glanced nervously at Bellusdeo, who conversely didnt appear to be nervous at all.
I told her, Lannagaros, that I thought she was in possession of a familiar.
Isee.
Do you disagree?
Given that I have never seen what I would consider to be a genuine familiar, or at least the type of familiar about which legends arise, I am not in a position to either agree or disagree. He turned to the mirror. Records.
Since Records was already searching for whatever hed last asked for, Kaylin thought this a bit unfairbut then again, it wasnt as if the Records were overworked mortals.
Information, myths, or stories about familiars. This may, he added, take some time, if the Emperor is waiting.
Bellusdeo nodded, fixed a firm and not terribly friendly smile to her face, and gestured at Sanabalis. Sanabalis bowed. We may possibly revisit this discussion, he told Kaylin as they headed toward the door.
Only when they were gone did the Arkon resume his seat; he also, however, indicated that Kaylin could grab a chair and join himat a reasonable distance from the table that contained his work.
To her surprise, the first question he asked when the doors had closed on the two departing Dragons was You are well?
The small dragon had settled back onto her neck like a scarf with talons. She blinked. Pardon?
While I have often heard various members of my Court and your Halls threaten you with bodily harm, strangulation, or dismemberment, you have seldom been a victim of an attack within the confines of your own home. If I understand the nature of the attack correctly, you now no longer have a home, and I am therefore attempting to ascertain your state of mind. Are you well?
She told him she was fine. Except the words she used were No. Im not. Closing her eyes, she said, Its the only real home Ive had since my mother died. Every other place Ive lived belonged to someone else, either before I moved in or after. In the fiefs, there were no laws of ownership. At least not in the fief of Nightshade. It wasnt that hard to eject a handful of children from the space in which they were squatting so that you could squat there instead.
She opened her eyes. Im happy to be alive. I am. Butit doesnt feel real.
Being alive?
Being homeless. When I leave the Library, I dont get to leave the Palace.
You are a guest, Private, not a prisoner.
Tell that to the Emperor. The small dragon lifted its head and rubbed its nose along the side of her cheek. Yes, yes, she whispered. Im getting to that part.
The Arkon raised a brow, and she reddened.
Bellusdeo believes that the egg wouldnt have hatched without the bomb, soI have the hatchling. She hesitated. Would someone really kill me over it?
Not if they understood its nature.
What about its nature?
It is, in its entirety, yours.
The small dragons eyes widened; it swiveled its head in the Arkons direction and opened its delicate, translucent mouth. There was a lot of squawking.
Umm, did you understand any of that? Kaylin asked as the Arkon stared at the dragonlet.
No.
Kaylin had, in her youth, engaged in staring contests with catsshed always lost. She had a suspicion that the Arkon in his age was beginning to engage in a similar contest with the small dragonand given large Dragons, and the inability to pry the small one off her shoulder, she could see a long, sleepless night in the very near future. She therefore reached up and covered the small dragons eyes with her handsomething only the very young or the very suicidal would ever try with the large one.
Can we get back to the entirely mine part?
The small dragon reared up and bit her handbut not quite hard enough to draw blood.
Fine. Can we get back to the part where Im entirely its?
The Arkon snorted.
And also the stories where Sorcerers destroyed half a world in order to somehow create or summon one?
Yes. Understand that those stories are exactly that: stories. They are not reliable or factual. There may be some particulars that suit the current situation, but many more will not. He turned and readjusted the mirror, which made Kaylin wince; in general it wasnt considered safe to move active mirrors, although Kaylin had never understood why. Angry Leontine was more than enough incentive.
By the way, what is a Sorcerer?
For all intents and purposes? Think of a Sorcerer as an Arcanist but with actual power.
Since her apartment was now mostly a pile of smoldering splinters, Kaylin thought his definition of actual power needed fine-tuning. Any less arrogant?
There was purportedly one extant in my youth, but there was never confirmation of hisor herexistence. Given that people who possess power frequently decide what qualifies as humility or arrogance in a way that allows little dissent, I will offer a qualified no.
Fine. Arrogant and very powerful. She looked pointedly at her shoulder. How, exactly, is a small dragon of great use to an arrogant and very powerful Arcanist?
Fine. Arrogant and very powerful. She looked pointedly at her shoulder. How, exactly, is a small dragon of great use to an arrogant and very powerful Arcanist?
Bellusdeo implied that the small dragon, as you call it, shielded both of you from the brunt of the damage the Arcane bomb would have otherwise caused. It is almost a certainty that you would not have survived otherwise. Further study is warranted, but it is clear to me that Bellusdeo would have been, at the very least, gravely injured. She was not.
If a Sorcerer is actually more powerful than the Arcanists, I dont think some form of impressive magical defense would be beyond himor her. I understand why the familiar might be helpful to someone like me, but I didnt exactly destroy half a world to get one.
Ah, I think I see the difficulty. If you are referring to this story, he said, tapping the mirror so that the image immediately shifted, the Sorcerer didnt destroy the world to, as you put it, get a familiar; he destroyed half a world as a by-product of his attempt to produceor summonone. Im afraid the original word could mean either, so the meaning is not precise. It was what you would consider collateral damage. And if you fail to understand how that damage could occur
She lifted a hand. Not stupid, she said curtly. I know why the egg happened. I know what kind of magical disturbance produced it. Given the total lack of predictability of the effects of that magic, I can understand the how. Im just stuck on the why.
The Arkon nodded in apparent sympathy. Dragons were not, to my knowledge, Sorcerers.
Meaning?
It makes no clear sense to me, either; the stories that we have are fragmentary and somewhat conflicting. The story that I am currently consideringand you may look at the mirror images if you like, but you wont be able to read the wordsdoesnt reference the practical use of the creature. It does, however, make reference to its astonishing beauty. He lifted a brow. This story implies that the familiar was winged, but of a much more substantial size.
Oh?
Yes, apparently its owner could ride on its back, and did. On the other hand, the use of the word summon is more distinct and implies something demonic in nature.
Demonic?
Its a religious story.
Do any of the stories imply the familiars were a danger to their owners?
The Arkon took minutes to answer the question. Yes.
Figures. Does it say how?
The Arkons frown deepened. Im afraid, he finally said, that this is also a very dead language, and Im uncertain. I will have to consult with the Royal linguists when time permits. You said that he ate one of your marks?
She nodded. She didnt, however, point out that the Devourer had also eaten some of her marks; her testimony was in Records, and if he failed to recall it on the spot, she wasnt going to remind him. Why, she wasnt certain.
And that would be The rest of her sentence was lost to the sudden roaring that filled the Library. It wasnt the Arkons voice. He lifted a brow and then shook his head. Bellusdeo hasnt really changed very much.
That was Bellusdeo?
Ah, no. That was the Emperor. I believe Sanabalis is at the doors. The doors swung openand shutvery quickly as Sanabalis entered the Library.
I consider it a very good thing that Lord Diarmat is with the Hawks, Sanabalis said when normal speech could actually be heard in the room.
You didnt stay for their discussion?
No. If the Emperor is to lose his composure, it is best for all concerned that there be no witnesses. The last half of the last word was lost to the sound of more roaring.
That, the Arkon pointed out while distant breath was being drawn, was Bellusdeo.
* * *
The Arkon decided, during the small breaks between roaringwhich frequently overlappedthat it was safe to leave the small dragon with Kaylin. By safe, he meant that she was allowed to leave the room with the dragon attached. He was aware that keeping the dragon, at this point, also meant caging the Private, and declined to, as he put it, subject himself to the endless interruption and resentment that would entail.
Sanabalis therefore escorted her from the Library. Do you know the way to your rooms? he asked when the doors were closed and there was another break in the roaring.
She looked at him.
Very well, let me escort you. Attempt to pay attention, because this will no doubt be the first of many forays between the Arkon and those rooms. You will, of course, be expected to perform your regular duties during your transitional stay in the Palace. He turned to face her as she regarded the door ward with dislike. You will not, however, be in residence for long if the raid conducted this evening bears fruit.
Kaylin wilted. Nightshade? she asked, too tired to pretend she didnt understand what he was talking about.
Sanabalis nodded. I am not entirely comfortable with the exchange of information for your time; the information, however, was crucial. Bellusdeo will be staying in the Palace while you discharge your obligation to the fieflord.
Was that part of the discussion with the Emperor?
It wasand is.
Then its not decided?
It is. The Emperor has been willing to grant leeway in all of Bellusdeos irregular demands for autonomy, but he will not allow her to leave the Cityor the Palaceat this time. She intended to accompany you. He has pointed out one thing for which Bellusdeo has no reply.
What?
She endangered your life.
It was true, but Kaylin felt it was also unfair. Neither of us knew that someone would try to kill her.
It has always been an Imperial concern.
She probably thought you were being paranoid.
Yes. She made that clear. Her second thoughts will therefore occur in the Palace, and in your absence. I would suggest that you attempt to make the best of your status as guest here; you will depart for the West March in five days.
Chapter 4
When Kaylin headed to the Halls of Law the next day, she went on foot. Bellusdeo wasnt terribly happy about it, because Bellusdeo had been asked not to accompany her. The fact that she was willing to accede to a request that she clearly detested confirmed what Sanabalis had said about the almost deafening and totally incomprehensible Dragon conversation.
Youre taking the familiar with you?
I wasnt going to, Kaylin replied, which was only a half lie. But I cant keep it off my shoulders for more than five minutes. This wasnt entirely true; it was willing to sit on the top of her head or be gathered in the palms of her hands, but neither of these were as convenient.
Youre going to have to come up with a name for it sometime; if I hear it referred to as the small dragon or glass dragon again, Ill scream.
Thats what the Arkon
Hes ancient and probably half-blind.
Dragons dont go blind with age.
For some reason, this completely factual statement didnt meet with Bellusdeos approval.
* * *
When she exited the Palace, Severn was waiting. He fell in beside her in a stiffer-than-usual silence.