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1 | For a tower to have been attacked by a dragon twice in the past two weeks, it seemed | |
2 | pretty undamaged. | |
3 | ||
4 | At least, that's what I thought from half a mile down the road. Up close, it did look | |
5 | - | the part. Scorched ground incinerated grass spread unevenly around it, blackened stone... |
5 | + | the part. Scorched ground and incinerated grass spread unevenly around it, blackened stone... |
6 | And, in one or two places, it looked like the stone had just started to melt or run under the | |
7 | heat. The tower itself was intact- Good masonry and stone were evidently resistant to the odd | |
8 | flying lizard- but half the crenelation had been knocked off. And, closer, the odd scorched- | |
9 | clean bone and pile of warped metal suggested a fallen watchman or too. | |
10 | ||
11 | "Welcome home, you sorry son of a bitch." I muttered as I dismounted to lead my horse | |
12 | up to the tower. Pausing to toe through a pile of bones and a broken sword, I couldn't help | |
13 | but mentally add, 'Hope you brought a coffin.'. | |
14 | ||
15 | This was not exactly the best posting I'd ever gotten. Not only do a dozen deaths, | |
16 | two battles, and two weeks of abandonment do a number on the tower, but I'd like to think | |
17 | people are usually a little more subtle when sending their subordinates on one-way, suicide | |
18 | missions. | |
19 | ||
20 | I paused at the tower's door. Normally, I'd pause to bury the bodies. Maybe a cairn | |
21 | instead, there certainly were enough rocks... But seeing as I was liable to join them shortly | |
22 | enough, I wasn't too keen on spending my last day digging graves. Might make me even more | |
23 | fatalistic than I was currently feeling. | |
24 | ||
25 | And it wasn't like something was going to eat the bodies. There wasn't a living | |
26 | thing, aside from a few unburned plants, within two hundred feet of the tower. And anything | |
27 | that might have been edible, like, say, flesh, was currently fine black ash. | |
28 | ||
29 | "Hells with it. Keep me alive until tomorrow, then I'll try to bury them, you hear?." | |
30 | I said, looking down at the my keyring and the locked door even as I directed my words | |
31 | upwards. Of course, being a god, I assumed He did hear, but whether he chose to do anything | |
32 | about it was another question. Gods. Like superiors, except more so, and even less | |
33 | understanding when you'd rather not die horribly in their name. | |
34 | ||
35 | Bottom floor of the watch tower was fine, supplies mostly intact, (who'd been using | |
36 | them? Hells, who'd BE using them?) a small stable for courier's mounts that I felt no qualms | |
37 | in using, and the ladder up to the next floor. I'd normally avoid putting my horse inside, | |
38 | but it was a pretty decent one, and if I left it enough food, there wasn't any reason it | |
39 | shouldn't survive until someone else got sent to this little deathpost. For a horse that had | |
40 | never so much as glared at me, it seemed the least I could do. Before ascending, I considered | |
41 | leaving the door unlocked, but then again, the bodies outside seemed to prove running wasn't | |
42 | really an option. | |
43 | ||
44 | Second floor was primarily defensive, third was barracks for the five who should be | |
45 | posted here, and fourth was the 'officer' floor. Even if I wasn't an officer, I'd probably | |
46 | head up there. Hard to charge a corpse with improper procedure. Almost undamaged, actually... | |
47 | I guess there wasn't much fighting inside the tower. It was a dragon, I suppose size would | |
48 | have been an issue. | |
49 | ||
50 | But there was enough to set up comfortably and a comfortable enough over-supply that | |
51 | I could make as much of a 'feast' as can be done with watchtower supplies. The biggest prize | |
52 | was a small crate of pretty decent wine that one of the prior officers had squirreled away | |
53 | under his bed. And there was actually a section of the wall ripped away, or collapsed, near | |
54 | the commander's lounge. | |
55 | ||
56 | So it was that sunset found me sitting on the nicest chair in the tower, feet up on | |
57 | another, wine bottle and the remains of a meal on a table next to me. In my nightshirt. I | |
58 | wasn't sure why I'd packed it, but what the hell? I was commanding officer here, and it was | |
59 | perfectly acceptable for a commander to order his subordinates to cover the night shift. I | |
60 | didn't have any, but I should have, and it wasn't my fault I was the only one assigned here. | |
61 | Plus, I had a sword. Just a sword. I was an adequate shot with a bow, but I didn't see myself | |
62 | bringing down a dragon with a mere arrow. It wasn't like being in armor and ready to | |
63 | challenge this dragon was likely to prolong my life. Asking it politely not to eat me was | |
64 | probably a safer bet. | |
65 | ||
66 | I entertained myself with a chessboard that had, amazingly, been left in progress. | |
67 | - | Couldn't tell who's move had been last, but it didn't really matter, since I was playing |
67 | + | Couldn't tell whose move had been last, but it didn't really matter, since I was playing |
68 | against myself. At least someone I could beat. It probably didn't help that I was also | |
69 | talking to myself, carrying on a slightly-intoxicated back-and-forth. I felt pretty resolved | |
70 | with my imminent demise not terribly upset, but perhaps a bit lonely. And maybe depressed, | |
71 | though I think that's understandable. At any rate, imminent death, and the lack of anyone to | |
72 | witness seemed to make it alright. No consequences to worry about. | |
73 | ||
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76 | ||
77 | ||
78 | It was, in fact, just as I was bragging to myself about having taken my white queen | |
79 | with my black knight, that I began hearing wingbeats. Massive ones, approaching rapidly. | |
80 | Still approaching rapidly. I found myself wondering whether the dragon simply was going to | |
81 | slam into the tower, and whether that would knock it down or kill the dragon. And for a | |
82 | moment, I thought it had, as the tower swayed and groaned mightily, until I realized that it | |
83 | had simply landed on the roof. | |
84 | ||
85 | After a few seconds of consideration, the tower seemed to decide not to collapse. A | |
86 | few minor groans remained, but my attention was monopolized by the much more riveting sound | |
87 | of dull not-quite 'metal scraping on stone' sound, and some very, very heavy breathing. It | |
88 | occurred to me that maybe I would have preferred to go in my sleep, though I banished that by | |
89 | admitting that, yes, this would probably have woken me up. | |
90 | ||
91 | "I can smell you, human..." a rather loud voice rumbled. Well, I suppose there was no | |
92 | pretending I wasn't here. For a moment, I was at loss. Then I decided it couldn't really get | |
93 | worse. | |
94 | ||
95 | "Give me a moment, I'll be right up!" I shouted out the breach in the tower wall. | |
96 | Standing, I grabbed my glass of wine and the bottle. A brief consideration lead me to put the | |
97 | glass down, and simply take the bottle. Maybe I'd be lucky enough to come back down for | |
98 | another one at some point. | |
99 | ||
100 | The trapdoor to the roof was tough. I thought I was pretty at peace, but that | |
101 | trapdoor, and the fact that I could die the moment I climbed out it, brought my potential | |
102 | death even closer. I probably stalled for a full twelve seconds there, before convincing | |
103 | myself to suck it up. Staying inside was probably only mildly safer. Steeling myself, I | |
104 | flipped the trapdoor and ascended the last rungs of the ladder. | |
105 | ||
106 | It was pretty damn large, though not quite as huge as I'd imagined. No ancient wyrm | |
107 | this. Though easily enough to kill me dead. It doesn't really matter how much you're told | |
108 | dragons are huge, titanic creatures with raw power sufficient to take on a small city. | |
109 | Dealing with a mass of scaled muscle, claw, and fang twenty five feet at the shoulder is a | |
110 | - | bit different. Lots of claws and fags, actually. Perched cat-like on the edge of the tower, |
110 | + | bit different. Lots of claws and fangs, actually. Perched cat-like on the edge of the tower, |
111 | wrapping halfway around it, tail twitching gently. For a moment, I worried that it would | |
112 | simply bat me off the tower with it's tail while I was distracted. | |
113 | ||
114 | But that wouldn't actually change anything, would it? "Ah, welcome. Sir Sebastian | |
115 | Cyril, your host, guardian of this tower, at your service." That got me a level stare from a | |
116 | head that looked larger than I was. I was no pro at reading dragon expressions, but I thought | |
117 | it looked extremely un-amused. | |
118 | ||
119 | "And the other of you?" it spoke. Loud. Not quite as deep as I'd expected. Kind of | |
120 | funny draconic-sounding accent. More pertinently, I suppose, I was busy trying to figure out | |
121 | who else it was expecting. | |
122 | ||
123 | "Uh, I'm the only one here, as far as I know, your lordship." I attempted to answer | |
124 | smoothly. For some reason, it was suddenly pretty easy to do. I just didn't care too much | |
125 | anymore. 'If you're going to die, die with your boots on.', I think they say. Why not? | |
126 | ||
127 | "I heard you discussing your game as I approached." it spoke. I thought I detected a | |
128 | hint of irritation in its words. "Who were you playing with?" | |
129 | ||
130 | "Ah. That would be me." I offered with a brief bow. "Didn't really have anyone else | |
131 | to play with." | |
132 | ||
133 | "And you were talking to yourself?" the dragon rumbled skeptically, beginning to | |
134 | circle the tower. Despite its immense size and bulk, it seemed entirely capable and | |
135 | comfortable of creeping around the roof, half over the edge. I just stood there. It wasn't | |
136 | like it could kill me any more dead from behind. | |
137 | ||
138 | "Well, I'm bored, it gets late, and I figure that, being dead, I'm not going to have | |
139 | to worry about what people think of me, so... eh, I might have let myself go a bit." I | |
140 | confessed with a shrug. Hard to address it specifically, what with it creeping out of my | |
141 | sight, but it wasn't like I could be addressing anyone else. | |
142 | ||
143 | "So they send the insane to face me." it seemed, to my surprise, amused. I couldn't | |
144 | see it's expression, but it almost sounded like it was chuckling. | |
145 | ||
146 | "Now, I'd say that's a bit harsh..." I began. Perhaps breaking out the wine so early | |
147 | hadn't been a good idea; I wasn't drunk, but I felt mildly buzzed. It had also probably | |
148 | contributed to me being willing to carry on a conversation with myself. "It's not like I'm | |
149 | raving mad and wearing a goose on my head." | |
150 | ||
151 | "Playing a game with yourself, Talking to yourself, and coming out to face a dragon | |
152 | in your nightshirt, armed with a bottle of wine?" it asked with audible amusement. | |
153 | "Particularly one you have good reason to believe is here to kill you." | |
154 | ||
155 | "You raise an interesting point!" I said, as if struck by an idea. Pretending to grab | |
156 | a weapon at my side, I continued, "Let me just draw my sword, charge to attack, and get | |
157 | knocked off the tower by you, or your tail, or maybe your wings." I accompanied the sarcastic | |
158 | response with pretending to draw a sword, but abandoned it as perhaps a bit too much. Hell, | |
159 | sarcasm probably wasn't a good idea at all. Dragons were probably like kings, got all titchy | |
160 | at being mocked."If you insist on fighting me, I'll attempt to defend myself, and if for some | |
161 | reason, you're bent on a 'fair fight'- which I might suggest is inherently impossible, given | |
162 | the differences between our respective forms- If you're interested in that, I'd be happy to | |
163 | go and fetch my sword and armor. Who knows? Perhaps I'd win. Somehow, I doubt it." | |
164 | ||
165 | "I don't believe such a lack of self-preservation weighs in your favor." the dragon | |
166 | said. Again, that inscruitable dragon-voice didn't really give me anything to go on. On the | |
167 | other hand, it had almost finished its circle of the tower, and I could again look at it | |
168 | without having to turn. Not that there was a lot to see; it was just as big and scaly as I | |
169 | remembered, bristling with claws, horns, fangs, and rippling with truly inhuman amounts of | |
170 | muscle. | |
171 | ||
172 | "I believe it bespeaks boundless self-control and utter rationality. I could probably | |
173 | toss in 'peace with my gods' and 'quiet dignity' too, since I'm already stretching it a bit." | |
174 | The dragon stopped a dozen degrees short of a complete revolution, and I figure it's | |
175 | reasonable to turn to face it. Suddenly, I feel a momentary waver of fear, but ward it off | |
176 | after a moment. I've been 'fearless' so far, why not keep it up? | |
177 | ||
178 | "If you were rational and wanted to live, I would think you would be on your knees, | |
179 | begging for life. Or perhaps just mercy." It really doesn't get more blatant than that, | |
180 | outside of a bard's tale. Lucky me, maybe I'm in one. It also occurs that perhaps that's a | |
181 | dragon's equivalent of a smile, though it has more teeth than I tend to prefer. | |
182 | ||
183 | "I suppose I might." I say as agreeably as possible. "Then again, I doubt that would | |
184 | have much of an effect. Someone like me? Not much practice at the whole 'groveling' thing. | |
185 | I'd probably just bungle it." A prolonged silence followed, in what I assumed was unspoken | |
186 | interrogative. "I did introduce myself as 'sir' Cyril. Dignity and all that. To put it | |
187 | another way, what are you going to do if I don't, kill me?" | |
188 | ||
189 | "There are so *very* many ways I could do that, though..." the dragon answered, | |
190 | again, about as threatening as it could be. This was hardly the time to back out, though. | |
191 | ||
192 | "Suppose there are." Now would be the time to offer a counter. "How many of those | |
193 | involve me bringing up a crate of a rather delightful vintage to share with your lordship," I | |
194 | ask, hefting the bottle in my hand, "and maybe a game of chess or two while we're at it?". | |
195 | Somehow, I seemed to have managed it. Though I wasn't solid on- Well, I apparently was | |
196 | willing to bet my life on it, but that still didn't mean I knew what I was doing, | |
197 | particularly when judging a dragon's body language. It didn't seem taken aback, but it seemed | |
198 | amused. | |
199 | ||
200 | "Your unmitigated boldness does you credit, human. I think, perhaps, I could accept." | |
201 | Gods above, I think I might have just made it. Secured bragging rights for the rest of my | |
202 | life, even. Crazy like fox, dragon. "However, there is one thing that must be addressed | |
203 | before I will proceed." That gave me pause for a moment, not the least because it chose that | |
204 | point to start advancing towards me. Just what would it want addressed? | |
205 | ||
206 | "I'm sure we can come to some sort of understanding. Might I inquire as to what | |
207 | bothers your lordship?" | |
208 | ||
209 | "That does, Sir... Cyril." the dragon answered ominously. I resisted the urge to ask | |
210 | as it began casting a spell, expecting it to elaborate one way or the other. What I did not | |
211 | expect was a flash of fire, as if the dragon itself had ignited and was burning up, and it to | |
212 | vanish- Replaced only by the smaller and decidedly humanoid shape of an curvaceous elven | |
213 | woman in an elaborate dress, with flowing crimson hair nearly to her waist. It- She -- | |
214 | approached me slowly, extending a hand grandly as she reached me. Still a bit too stunned to | |
215 | process properly, I accepted it, bowing to kiss her hand greet her on reflex. Though I hadn't | |
216 | thought about it at all, this seemed to please her, and she responded with a dazzling smile. | |
217 | I almost fell for it before I remembered that the elf before me wasn't, and in fact, had | |
218 | probably eaten half the previous guards before me. | |
219 | ||
220 | Remembering that almost saved me from feeling embarassingly under-dressed in my | |
221 | nightshirt. | |
222 | ||
223 | "I apologize for my error, lady...?" I trailed off in question. I suppose that might | |
224 | explain why i- She- was so amused with me. Then again, it's not as if I happen to be an | |
225 | expert on the gender of reptiles. | |
226 | ||
227 | "Appology accepted. Kalfyria Darathyix will do, Sir Cyril." she answered, as regal | |
228 | and condescending as any lady of the court. Still, it was something; It seemed like i'd | |
229 | amused her enough that she was... Well, it felt kind of belittling, but 'playing my game', it | |
230 | seemed. | |
231 | ||
232 | "If I may ammend my previous offer, would you like to enjoy the drinks and game I | |
233 | offered inside, perhaps along with a roaring fire?" | |
234 | ||
235 | "By all means, lead the way." She gesture to the trap door, allowing me to open it | |
236 | and begin down. Despite my lack of fear earlier, I suddenly found myself dreading two things | |
237 | above all else; slipping, falling, or otherwise making a clumsy fool of myself... or making | |
238 | an indecent glance upwards, at the lady- lady-dragon... descending above me. | |
239 | ||
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241 | ####################################### | |
242 | ||
243 | ||
244 | "Rook to E4, Cyril." Her voice was lazy and smug, but confident above all else. "I do | |
245 | hope you have something up your sleeve this time." I could feel her watching me, and the only | |
246 | reason I managed to hide my smile was that I was facing the fireplace, placing a log squarely | |
247 | on the fire with the aid of the poker. I did manage to get the grin under control before | |
248 | turning around, stepping back from the blazing fire. It would have been stifiling if it | |
249 | wasn't for the gaping hole in the wall, where I had been watching the sun set six hours ago. | |
250 | Instead, it was merely warm, and enough that I could still wear the robe I'd made an excuse | |
251 | to put on earlier. | |
252 | ||
253 | Returning to the table, though, my control broke for a moment. She actually had made | |
254 | that move. I'd been betting on it, but it was still a bit of an achievement to put one over a | |
255 | dragon. | |
256 | ||
257 | "I just might, my lady. Of course, there are stories about those who think to | |
258 | outsmart dragons... Perhaps it would be safer for me to keep it up my sleeve. Subtle and | |
259 | quick to anger, are they not?" | |
260 | ||
261 | "That's wizards." she counters easily. Internally, I send every prayer of gratitude I | |
262 | have towards the Drunken God. My attempts to ply her with alcohol seemed to be working. I | |
263 | knew she'd been drinking well over twice what I had, but I was finally getting confirmation | |
264 | that it was actually doing something. Apparently dragons weren't so invlunerable, or perhaps | |
265 | only weren't while in humanoid forms. | |
266 | ||
267 | "Wizards, you say... those enigmatic magic-users, the ones who can call upon the very | |
268 | powers of the world to do incredible things, like conjure fires, or fly, or change form?" I | |
269 | ask as I make a show of studying the board before sitting down. Out of the edge of my vision, | |
270 | I watch her color slightly, still unused to and easily irked by being teased. Even when the | |
271 | sole reason she had decided not to kill me was that she liked my fearlessness... She did seem | |
272 | to be getting grip on it, though. | |
273 | ||
274 | "And do they say anything about those who bore dragons?" Closer to an affable | |
275 | counter, though it's still sinister enough, with steel audible beneath it. Like she's not | |
276 | quite sure that such an affront can be allowed, or she isn't certain that it isn't actually | |
277 | an attack. Kind of amusing, in a way that would be pitiable if I didn't know she was entirely | |
278 | capable of following through on her threats. And now she might think I was deliberately | |
279 | throwing the game if I lost. I and my banter to blame. | |
280 | ||
281 | "Not much. Though I do concede that it could be because that's even more hazardous | |
282 | than affronting them. Very well, I can but do as my guest commands." I make further show of | |
283 | my grand acquiescence, and reach out to move a single piece. As she watched my move, and the | |
284 | began thinking on her next, I noticed her glass was half empty, and moved to top it off | |
285 | again. | |
286 | ||
287 | "Anyway, to resume that description, and condense it a bit, Duke Vladen Errol is a | |
288 | crotchety, bitter old man. Allegedly was a knight, even a guardsman, back in his day, though | |
289 | for all I know he's older than a- Than you, even. Tends to take poorly to this, that, and | |
290 | everything else to boot. In my case, my father seemed to offend him at some point, and I am | |
291 | apparently his avenue of revenge. Didn't really expect such a blatant attempt at murder from | |
292 | him, but what can you do? Evidently I was wrong. Least I'm not expected to like it." | |
293 | ||
294 | "Terrible, I agree." Darathyix agreed. Lady Kalfyria? I was having trouble | |
295 | remembering which was appropriate, or which she had asked me to use. Perhaps I hadn't come | |
296 | out as far ahead as I thought in my efforts to wine her. | |
297 | ||
298 | "Really?" I asked sardonically. I some how doubted she actually meant it on my | |
299 | behalf. As she reached out to move a pawn, she confirmed my belief. | |
300 | ||
301 | "Of course." she verified. It was apprently her turn to adopt an ironic tone. "Of | |
302 | course you didn't like being sent to your... presumed... death," Her pauses were only | |
303 | partially punctuation; I'd made my move immediately after she made hers, and her eyes | |
304 | narrowed as she began to suspect that I actually did have something planned. "More | |
305 | pertinently, however, I dislike the concept of being used as a tool by such a creature as | |
306 | your Errol-" | |
307 | ||
308 | "Oh, believe you me, he's not mine. You can have him." She flashed me a glare at | |
309 | being interrupted, though it faded almost instantly as she realized I was merely joking | |
310 | rather than rude. She moved a piece again, and I instantly retaliated. Her eyes narrowed | |
311 | further, but she did not mention it.. | |
312 | ||
313 | "Indeed." she agreed, followed by a lengthy pause. "I would never have objected if I | |
314 | hadn't heard the story from you, but now that I have, I confess I feel happier in my decision | |
315 | not to slay you on the rooftop." | |
316 | ||
317 | "I'm happier too." I agreed, "Vindication is sweet." | |
318 | ||
319 | "On this, we can..." she began, stopping abruptly. I nearly started when I realized | |
320 | she wasn't just pausing for effect or emphasis, but had suddenly completely focused on the | |
321 | board. Ah, she'd caught me. "You motherless, scaleless, spawn of a kobold!" she hissed | |
322 | venomously, orange eyes blazing and locked on the chessboard. Absently, I noticed that her | |
323 | draconic accent had resurfaced and intensified, presumably as a side effect of being angry. | |
324 | Livid. Definitely livid, I decided, as I noticed she was exhaling trickles of smoke. | |
325 | ||
326 | Her fury held for almost thirty seconds, as she evidently realized the extent of my | |
327 | trap. I left her to it; I was trying not to allow my fear to return, but it seemed more like | |
328 | simple self-preservation to avoid drawing undue attention until she'd calmed down slightly. | |
329 | Which she seemed to do, deflating slightly and no longer looking like she was trying to cause | |
330 | the board to combust through sheer hatred. "Tiamat's tortured heart..! Beaten by a human. | |
331 | ...Though I suppose I did ask it of you." | |
332 | ||
333 | "I do tend to interpret a game as a challenge, I confess." I said, doing my best to | |
334 | sound affable. "And in some cases, simple courtesy to offer my opponent a good game." For a | |
335 | moment, her otherwise-beautiful countenance darkened as she threatened to take offense. It | |
336 | passed relatively quickly, though. | |
337 | ||
338 | "I take offense where there is none." she said. About as close to an apology as I | |
339 | figured she was capable of. "Perhaps there is more to this game than I suspected." | |
340 | ||
341 | "I always thought so." I said. I wasn't trying to flatter, but ingratiating myself | |
342 | with her seemed to be a constant effort. "Perhaps another game? I feel warmed up, as it goes, | |
343 | and you seem to be getting a grip of things- You don't have to win to learn a lesson." I | |
344 | counter before she can object. She bites back whatever she was about to say, accepting my | |
345 | words. Without warning, she seems to break out in a downright predatory smile. | |
346 | ||
347 | "Very well. Perhaps this time, however, we can let something ride on the game? Make | |
348 | it a bit more lively?" I met her eyes, and had a strong suspicion that this time, she's the | |
349 | one who has something planned. And perhaps my judgement is impaired by how much I drank in | |
350 | the past few hours... Against my better judgement, I did not immediately refuse. | |
351 | ||
352 | "I'm listening..." I said cautiously. | |
353 | ||
354 | ################################################### | |
355 | ||
356 | It was mid morning as my eyes reluctantly opened. Happily, despite the light, the | |
357 | officer's quarters were on the west side of the tower, and the only light to enter the room | |
358 | was reflected through the windows and that gaping rent in the tower walls, not shining | |
359 | through directly. | |
360 | ||
361 | Which meant that open eyes were only marginally more painful than closed eyes, and | |
362 | the agonizing hangover remained a single unchanging pain in my head. How much had I drunk | |
363 | last night? Because 'drunk' really must have been the word. Joy. | |
364 | ||
365 | I'm abruptly faced with a far more pertinent question, though. Namely, why was I | |
366 | looking at a shock of blazing red hair about two inches from my face? And why did I feel | |
367 | someone on my arm? Trying to avoid movement, I focused on simply remembering. Not possible; I | |
368 | remember the first two chess games... parts of the increasingly less-focused third... And | |
369 | everything else was simply black. Void. I couldn't remember. | |
370 | ||
371 | Of course, even that much already suggested who this was in front of me- In my arms, | |
372 | even. I wished I could remember what the hell I thought I was thinking. It was a small | |
373 | challenge to resist the urge to scream, but I manage, partially out of awareness that my | |
374 | hangover would probably express its disapproval, and the dragon (In my arms!) would probably | |
375 | do so shortly afterwards. | |
376 | ||
377 | After a few moments of panicked confusion, I managed to haul myself together, and | |
378 | began doing my best to untangle myself from her and the bed. She remained asleep, thank the | |
379 | stars, and I managed to stagger over to a nearby chair. The question of "How did I do this?" | |
380 | was then replaced by "What do I do now?". A real challenging question, too. Just to review, | |
381 | I'd made a complete mess of my posting, derelict in duty, cowardice in the face of the enemy, | |
382 | fraternizing with the enemy, probably treason to boot... How the hells do you explain NOT | |
383 | getting slain by a dragon? I didn't actually expect to live through the previous night, and | |
384 | now that I had to deal with it... Ugh. | |
385 | ||
386 | "What do you want?" I muttered to myself, not so much talking to myself as trying to | |
387 | get myself to focus via aural cue. It sort of worked; I almost woke the dragon. The 'maiden' | |
388 | in my bed gave a quiet, satisfied-sounding moan, and shifted slightly in the bed. That got my | |
389 | attention, and held it until I was certain she hadn't actually woken up. Throughout it all, | |
390 | my head ached away, and I futilely put a hand on my forehead as I turned my attention to the | |
391 | matter in question. | |
392 | ||
393 | Ruling out something ridiculous like fleeing the kingdom, I'd have to go or at least | |
394 | report back to my superiors.. Including Duke Errol... And explain why I was alive when a | |
395 | dozen men before me had died horribly. If I... Basically did anything but return with her- | |
396 | with the dragon's head, Errol would leap at the opportunity to accuse me of cowardice. Of | |
397 | course, I didn't maintain position at the watch tower, I simply rode out somewhere, spent my | |
398 | time hiding, and returned 'miraculously' unscathed. I might be able to claim I was waylaid, | |
399 | and never arrived, but then what happened? Maybe if I could claim the dragon spared me to | |
400 | send a message? But what? I wasn't going to ask her to make demands; there were limits to | |
401 | even how far my morals stretched. | |
402 | ||
403 | The only thing I could do, then, was claim to have slain the dragon... Which would | |
404 | hardly be easy. Well... It could be. I found myself glancing down at my sword and dagger, | |
405 | sheathed, and still on the back of the chair where I'd hung the belt the previous day. She | |
406 | was asleep and humanoid; she seemed a bit tougher than she appeared, but it wasn't like she | |
407 | was covered in armored scales... | |
408 | ||
409 | I reached down and drew my dagger, staring unseeing at the blade. The risk was | |
410 | relatively minor- death and dishonor now or later- but I still wasn't certain I could | |
411 | actually do it. I slowly turned over the dagger over in my hand, trying to decide one way or | |
412 | the other, then eventually gave up with a whispered curse, flinging the dagger at an empty | |
413 | chair. It didn't even have the deceny to stick, instead bouncing off and landing on the | |
414 | carpet with a dull clank. . | |
415 | ||
416 | "Problems, Sebastien?" I heard Kalfyria ask. Nervous as I was, I jumped a foot in the | |
417 | air, spinning to look at her. She was decent only due to the covers, half sitting up, and had | |
418 | evidently been watching my quandary with some amusement, judging by her smile. "Given your | |
419 | boldness yesterday, I should hope you aren't backing down from some kind of danger now. It'd | |
420 | be a shame to find out you weren't actually as fearless as I suspected." | |
421 | ||
422 | For nearly ten second I can't decide on an answer, and contemplate whether flattery, | |
423 | deceit, or trying to tell her what she expects is the best course of action. Faced with her | |
424 | condescending invitation, and the ever-growing awkward silence, I'm forced to answer. "It | |
425 | isn't so much fear as standards, Kal- Darathyix. Same reason I said I'd rather die than | |
426 | grovel yesterday." | |
427 | ||
428 | "Really." she says, obviously skeptical despite the tone. "And what could possibly be | |
429 | troubling you now?" | |
430 | ||
431 | "Mostly what I'm going to do since I didn't get murdered by a dragon last night. | |
432 | Mostly how I'm going to explain my survival, despite not having slain a dragon last night." I | |
433 | try to prevent it, but my voice takes a turn for the bitter as I finish. | |
434 | ||
435 | "Mmmm. A profound issue. Surely you could still correct it, though-" she reasoned. | |
436 | She sounded sympathetic, wrapping the covers around her like a cloak as she stood. She even | |
437 | managed to look sympathetic, though I was pretty sure it was jeering in her eyes rather than | |
438 | actual empathy. " It's still here, alone, defenseless, vulnerable, and your blades are right | |
439 | there..." Defenseless. Hah. | |
440 | ||
441 | "As I said, that's another place I draw the line. I'd prefer to go without a record | |
442 | for stabbing women in their sleep. Or even awake. Provided they're in their bedroom, it's | |
443 | kind of the principal of the thing that matters." | |
444 | ||
445 | "Really? What if the woman's a monster then, a flying scaled beast, breathing fire | |
446 | and devouring humanoids? It only looks like a woman. Surely that's sufficient exemption..." | |
447 | Her voice takes several steps towards mocking, and she approaches close enough to place a | |
448 | hand on my shoulder. I resist the urge to step back or brush it away, mostly because I'd feel | |
449 | obligated to look at her if I did. | |
450 | ||
451 | "It apparently wasn't enough last night." I manage to grate out, wondering whether | |
452 | I'm more angry at myself or her. Probably the former; what had she actually done for me to | |
453 | hold against her? | |
454 | ||
455 | "Ah, the poor knight. Deceived, bereaved, used by the vile temptress." she laughed, | |
456 | apparently amused by something, though I couldn't guess what. "Whatever happened to your plan | |
457 | to use the dragon in turn?" | |
458 | ||
459 | "Well, I can't actually remember it, but I suspect it didn't extend beyond last | |
460 | night. Maybe this morning." I suppose I shouldn't really be surprised at the mockery; dragons | |
461 | are hardly reputed to be kind, benevolent, or understanding. | |
462 | ||
463 | "He can't remember? Truly? How utterly perplexing." she says. It's still mocking, and | |
464 | I try to ignore her as she leans in closer to me. "Perhaps you'd like me to remind you?" | |
465 | ||
466 | "No, I can't remember, I blacked out last night." I state, turning back to look at | |
467 | her again. Her expression abruptly changes to a small frown, apparently taken aback by my | |
468 | statement. "I drank too much, that's what happens." I add by way of explanation, trying to | |
469 | say it with as little irritation as possible. "If you wish to remind me, feel free, but I'm | |
470 | content remaining ignorant to my drunken ramblings." | |
471 | ||
472 | "A shame, then, they were such interesting ones... Bold, too." she says merrily, | |
473 | shifting gears rapidly. "I believe they started with you slaying... defeating? Defeating, I | |
474 | think, the terrible dragon, and rescuing from it a fair maiden. Mmm... Perhaps a princess of | |
475 | some far off land, or a fallen noble house, her family destroyed, and she, kidnapped by the | |
476 | vile beast." She gave a lazy smile as she noticed my expression of shock; she was obviously | |
477 | actually recounting something here, and most startling of all to me, I thought it might | |
478 | actually be something I said; I couldn't remember, but there was an odd sense of deja-vu to | |
479 | the plan she was explaining. | |
480 | ||
481 | "Being such a noble, kind-hearted, honorable individual as your self, you rescued her | |
482 | and gave her the beast's hoard, as much of it had no doubt come from her own family... Then | |
483 | you returned to your home, where you gallantly proposed to her." Her laugh wasn't exactly | |
484 | nasty, but was hardly comforting. "Taken with her dashing rescuer, she could hardly help but | |
485 | accept. So would begin a happy marriage, a couple straight out of a bard's tale, and for a | |
486 | lucky someone, the opportunity to try her hand at court politics and intrigue..." | |
487 | ||
488 | Much as I wanted to, or at least, felt like I should, I couldn't really deny this. It | |
489 | just seemed... true. Something I might say, if while fantastically drunk, and perhaps just | |
490 | looking for an excuse, rather than an actual plan. But... It could work. Theoretically. I | |
491 | suppose it could count as a crime, in a certain light of view, but if nobody ever knew, or... | |
492 | Gods above, I should realize it was a bad idea the moment I had to heap that much | |
493 | qualification on it. But it could work... With an air of defeat, or the feeling that I ought | |
494 | to posses one at this point, I stood there almost dumbstruck. | |
495 | ||
496 | "And you actually wanted this..?" I managed to say in a shaky voice. Bizarre as it | |
497 | was from my end, it seemed like it would be even less palatable for her. It was difficult to | |
498 | believe that she merely wanted to 'play noble'. | |
499 | ||
500 | "With some persuasion." she agreed enigmatically. | |
501 | ||
502 | "And that would take the form of..?" I asked warily. She laughed, and I did concur to | |
503 | some degree, but I was somewhat worried about granting her a blank promise. Even if I was | |
504 | apparently a bit late to be bargaining. | |
505 | ||
506 | She seemed to agree, and her answer came as she forcibly steered me back towards the | |
507 | bed with a hungry look in her eyes. "Well, to begin with..." | |
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513 | "I don't know how to broach it delicately, but people are starting to ask questions." | |
514 | It was a rueful greeting as I entered the room. Lavishly decorated and luxuriously appointed, | |
515 | I occasionally wondered whether her investments in the manor were some kind of nesting | |
516 | instinct, or perhaps a kind of attempt to recreate a dragon's traditional hoard. It probably | |
517 | was not relevant. | |
518 | ||
519 | "Questions about what?" Kalfyria asked with mild interest. She put aside the letter | |
520 | she was reading, and stood to greet me. We shared a brief embrace, and a ginger one, on my | |
521 | part. I knew she was really several tons of dragon- Knew it very well, as it happened- but it | |
522 | had getting somewhat difficult to keep in mind over the past few months, as her belly | |
523 | swelled. | |
524 | ||
525 | "Mostly you. They seem to think that ten months is a bizarre and unnatural amount of | |
526 | time." We parted after a few seconds, to all appearances, an unremarkable idyllic couple. I | |
527 | had to stifle a grin as I mused on the bizarrity of it all. | |
528 | ||
529 | "Mmm. Even for an elven maiden, cursed by the vile and cruel dragon you defeated?" | |
530 | she asked. Over the months, she'd managed to almost entirely lose her initial condescension | |
531 | and mocking, but not quite all of it. At the moment, though, it was mostly teasing. "Perhaps | |
532 | I will have to do something about them..." | |
533 | ||
534 | "Gah. Please, no." I said with more than a little dread. "I was not kidding when I | |
535 | said I thought your retaliation against the Valerians was complete overkill." | |
536 | ||
537 | "They insulted me." she said, maintaining an aura of unperturbed reason. | |
538 | ||
539 | "They insulted you!" I agreed, suddenly aggravated. We had had this conversation | |
540 | before. "That hardly justifies ruining their family name! If you wanted equitable, snub | |
541 | them back, don't destroy them!" I turned my gaze upward, knowing exactly how this would end. | |
542 | She had established from the very beginning that she would maintain her disguise, but she did | |
543 | not feel obligated to play nice. | |
544 | ||
545 | "Someone of the late Lady Valerian's station insulting me is a far more grievous | |
546 | slight than if I were to return the favor." Kalfyria replied with a hint of smugness. | |
547 | "Besides. I have very strict beliefs on how to deal with my enemies..." | |
548 | ||
549 | "Of course, of course." I answered, conceding defeat. Abruptly, I grinned. "Marry | |
550 | them, right?" Her expression darkened for a moment, then softened. She still had trouble | |
551 | discerning humor from insults, but was getting better. Or perhaps just a little less | |
552 | aggressively defensive. | |
553 | ||
554 | "Mmm. Indeed." she agreed with a faint smile. "Excuse me for a moment." Turning away | |
555 | from me, she crossed to shut the door, and close the curtains. "Now; I assume you won't be | |
556 | willing to tell me who was asking these questions?" I offered a brief grimace, but nodded. | |
557 | Evidently I hadn't changed the subject well enough. "I shall have to keep an ear out for the | |
558 | source of these questions." | |
559 | ||
560 | "Kindly deal with them more gently than the last ones." I said, realizing that there | |
561 | was probably nothing else I could do. "I was actually hoping we could come up with some sort | |
562 | of explanation, instead." |