I know he sensed me, but to him I was a crow, neither prey nor pack, unworthy of his attention. His thoughts rolled over and away from me, and he made another dive into death and oblivion.
I flailed in panic. Just when I needed the Skill most, it had faded to a flickering ember in me. I was not strong enough to reach the dragon"s mind on my own. He was too determined to seek his own oblivion. I tried again, honing my Skill to an arrow"s point, and jabbing it toward the dragon.
There you are. I thought you were dead! I"ve been seeking you every night for days now. What is wrong, why did you vanish? Nettle"s powerful sending caught my weak Skill like strong hands clutching at a drowning man. She held my thoughts to hers. I pushed her away. Nettle"s powerful sending caught my weak Skill like strong hands clutching at a drowning man. She held my thoughts to hers. I pushed her away.
Nettle, not now. Go away. I have no time for you now.
And then, just as she fled in affront and hurt, my stupidity broke over me, and I cried out, No, come back, wait, I need you! No, come back, wait, I need you!
She halted at the edge of my awareness. I saw fluttering rags of her dream. She was a hunter, her hair tied back and a game net held at the ready. I lunged at her, pleading, No, come back! Please! I need your help! No, come back! Please! I need your help!
For what? she demanded coldly. she demanded coldly.
I"d hurt her by my brusque dismissal of her after so long an absence. I doubt that she recollected that she was the one who had first barricaded her thoughts against mine. I wished I had time for explanations, but I did not. Already my Wit-sense of the dragon was starting to subside. In moments, he"d be beyond my reach. Help me wake a dragon! Help me wake a dragon! I pleaded with her. I pleaded with her. He dives down deep into his dreams, seeking death. But if you can reach down into sleep, perhaps you can reach down into his death dream and pull him back from there. He dives down deep into his dreams, seeking death. But if you can reach down into sleep, perhaps you can reach down into his death dream and pull him back from there.
But . . . Shadow Wolf? Changer? Is it truly you, bidding me do this? Always before, you cautioned me of the dragon, warning me not to even say her name. Now you would have me wake her for you?
It"s a different dragon. And then, knowing how little time there was, I trod heavily where I had never ventured to go before. And then, knowing how little time there was, I trod heavily where I had never ventured to go before. Please. If you would only do this thing for me, trusting me, without asking why. There is so little time. I would tell you all if we had time, I will tell you all when it is over. Only, for now, I ask you to trust me. Wake this dragon for me. Help me speak to him. Please. If you would only do this thing for me, trusting me, without asking why. There is so little time. I would tell you all if we had time, I will tell you all when it is over. Only, for now, I ask you to trust me. Wake this dragon for me. Help me speak to him.
What dragon?
This one! I pointed frantically, Wit and Skill, but Icefyre was gone again. I pointed frantically, Wit and Skill, but Icefyre was gone again. Wait, wait! Wait, wait! I begged her. I begged her. He dives deep right now, but he is here, I promise you. Wait and watch with me. In a moment, he"ll be back. He dives deep right now, but he is here, I promise you. Wait and watch with me. In a moment, he"ll be back.
Are you all right? Why haven"t you come out yet? Have you placed the powder? It was a panicky Skilling from Dutiful, breaking into my desperate thoughts to Nettle. It was a panicky Skilling from Dutiful, breaking into my desperate thoughts to Nettle.
A moment or two longer, my prince. There is something I must do here. Then, as the dragon suddenly surged back into existence below me, I frantically summoned Nettle with, Then, as the dragon suddenly surged back into existence below me, I frantically summoned Nettle with, There! There he is. Wake him, reach him! Tell him he is not the last of his kind, tell him of Tintaglia. Tell him that she comes for him, to wake him and restore dragons to the air and earth. There! There he is. Wake him, reach him! Tell him he is not the last of his kind, tell him of Tintaglia. Tell him that she comes for him, to wake him and restore dragons to the air and earth.
Then, like a roll of doom, Chade burst in with Fitz, what do you do? Would you betray us? Would you betray me, after all these years? Would you betray the Fa.r.s.eer throne and your own blood? Fitz, what do you do? Would you betray us? Would you betray me, after all these years? Would you betray the Fa.r.s.eer throne and your own blood?
I do what I must! I Skilled it out wildly, feeling the strength of my magic wobble and fail. I could not tell if anyone heard me. I found I was lying flat on the ice in the tunnel. The dragon had receded again. By my head, the kettle glowed red. The container of powder was by my hand. I summoned my magic, hammered it like red iron, and thrust it out into the world. I begged, hoping Nettle heard my thought. I Skilled it out wildly, feeling the strength of my magic wobble and fail. I could not tell if anyone heard me. I found I was lying flat on the ice in the tunnel. The dragon had receded again. By my head, the kettle glowed red. The container of powder was by my hand. I summoned my magic, hammered it like red iron, and thrust it out into the world. I begged, hoping Nettle heard my thought. Tell him to turn away from death and choose life. Choose struggle and toil and pain and lovely, lovely life. Speak to him and tell him that Tintaglia still lives. Speak to him for me. Tell him to turn away from death and choose life. Choose struggle and toil and pain and lovely, lovely life. Speak to him and tell him that Tintaglia still lives. Speak to him for me.
I will try, she agreed dubiously. She had held our link. I felt her thought but could no longer see her. she agreed dubiously. She had held our link. I felt her thought but could no longer see her. I do not perceive this dragon that you speak of. But if you can show him to me, show me his dream, perhaps I can enter it and find him there. I do not perceive this dragon that you speak of. But if you can show him to me, show me his dream, perhaps I can enter it and find him there.
I held a feeble Skill-wall against Chade"s threats, imprecations, and pleas and Dutiful"s confusion while I pressed myself against the floor of ice and sought for the dragon that had no awareness of me. I could not reach him. Time both raced and dragged for me. I needed to reach him soon, before Chade could act against me, physically or with the Skill. I did not doubt that he would stop me if he could.
I recalled there had been a place where our spirits had touched, the dragon"s and mine, and I had entered his dream. I did not want to return to that time and that memory. It had been a turning point in time, not unlike this one, I suddenly realized. It had been one of the Fool"s crossroads; a place where a decision made by one had altered all that had followed. Burrich had chosen, for love of me, to use a magic he found hateful. I had chosen to trust the wolf and embrace a death that was not a death. In doing so, I had unwittingly chosen to go on living.
I found the place where my experience matched Icefyre"s. I found the cold and the dark and the despair, I found the longing for a death that I could not reach on my own. I returned my soul to Regal"s dungeon of beatings and isolation.
It was one thing to know I had been in a place like that. It was another to reach for it, to taste again old blood around my loosened teeth, to smell the stink of my own festering wounds, and feel the numbing cold of the stone walls that was still not enough to dull the aching of my battered flesh. I put my soul back into that trapped body and knew again the despair of reaching for a death that would not come to me. I pushed the life from my body and held it at bay, only to have it flow relentlessly back into my flesh the moment I relaxed my guard against it.
Sweet Eda, was that really you, trapped like that? I thought it but one of your nightmares!
Nettle"s horror nearly ripped me from my despair, but in that moment, I felt the dragon once more surge back to the edge of life"s sh.o.r.es. In that instant, we touched and duplicated one another. My nightmare and his were the same, and I felt Nettle"s awareness flow from my nightmare into the dragon"s dark dream.
An instant later, I grasped the fullness of my error. His dream closed around her and took her down as he submerged his life again. I heard Nettle"s fading wail at the complete foreignness of the consciousness that now enmeshed her.
I had time only to gasp. Then she was gone, fallen into a tarry darkness that engulfed her.
I Skilled uselessly after her. It was like groping in cold black water. And then even my awareness of the dragon was s.n.a.t.c.hed from me, and my daughter was carried down with him, into the death he so avidly sought.
Once, I had seen a motley-fish leap from the water and seize a seabird in its jaws and bear it down. So had it been. One moment Nettle had been with me, poised at my request to plunge in where I bade her go. And she had and now she was gone, carried down to a place I could not even imagine. I had risked her, weaponless, untrained in the Skill. She had gone at my request. The magnitude of my stupidity gutted me. I could neither blink nor breathe.
I had fed my daughter to a dragon.
I tried to unbelieve that it had happened, to force time back by sheer effort of will. It was impossible that such a terrible thing could have happened so instantaneously, impossible that so dreadful an error could be irreversible. The injustice of it alone would have seemed to make it impossible. She had done nothing to deserve such an end. It was my fault; it should have fallen upon me. Horror hollowed me as I scratched my claws against iron-hard reality. I could not unmake that moment of foolishness. What had possessed me, why hadn"t I paused to think before I flung her into the dragon"s dream?
Dimly, I was aware of the others.
Where did she go? What happened? This from Dutiful. This from Dutiful.
She went in the dragon. I been there. The music is big, but he doesn"t let you go. He doesn"t find you and he doesn"t care. You have to be his music, down there. No room for your own music. Thick"s Skilling was full of awe and fear. Thick"s Skilling was full of awe and fear.
But worst was Chade"s woeful Oh, Fitz, what have you done? What have you done? Oh, Fitz, what have you done? What have you done?
I wanted to die, if dying could undo my shame and remorse. I needed to die, because I could not live through feeling those things.
And in that horrid place, I again touched the dragon. Touched him, and knew that he had taken my message from Nettle. Taken it and demanded more of her, to know more of things that she did not know. He had torn her wide and emptied her out, a useless juvenile human female, full of their trivial fancies. And so he had discarded her, coughed her out into the Skill, a useless indigestible bit of waste. Like a thoughtless child would wipe the scales of a dead b.u.t.terfly"s wings from his grubby hands, he disposed of her. Unprepared, she dispersed, a drop of pale ink in a rush of water.
And now the dragon found me, wordlessly, roaring into my being, tearing me open to the Skill as if he ripped the scar from an old wound. It was not the Skill that linked our minds, but it was kin to it in some strange way. And in that instant, it was all out of my hands. For I had the knowledge that he wanted, and he took it. He tore my mind open like an old purse, upended my memory as if it were a crock of oddments, and sorted my life impatiently for whatever he wished to know. And even before he was finished, our fate, the fate of all humans, was sealed. For Tintaglia, roaring like a storm wind, suddenly rushed through me, using her awareness of me to find Icefyre. It was as if they converged inside my body; I was the conduit for them, briefly, until they recognized one another. After that, they locked their minds together and cast me aside, unneeded, unnoticed, and unimportant. But their use of me had torn me wide and turned me inside out, emptied me into the wild currents of the Skill. I could no longer find myself, and did not much care to try.
I lay like a flayed fish and the Skill swept past me, carrying off bits of me. It suddenly seemed as if all my walls had not been protection but barriers that had confined me and cut me off from all that was best. It was not even that the Skill-flow was heady and intoxicating; it just seemed inevitable now, the ending I had always been destined for. It would obliterate me and let me forget what I had been and what I had done. That seemed an impersonal kindness, but one I longed for.
Verity was here, somewhere. I could sense him like a fragrance that had almost been forgotten until a sly waft of wind brings a hint of it to the nose. Verity, yes, and others, older and wiser and calm. So calm, the Elders of the Skill-stream. All was peaceful. Then there was a frantic stirring and someone nattering to someone else, speaking so swiftly that I could scarcely follow the thoughts. They were seeking someone who was lost, a girl, no, a man, no, a girl and a man, carried off by the tide. Such a shame, but nothing to do with me. Nothing to do with me. I wished they would stop their worrying of it and let themselves go and join us. Why did they struggle against such peace and oneness as they could know here?
Shame on you. He set his teeth in me and worried me wildly. Shame on you, letting the cub drown. You would have come after me, and I would have come after you. Shame upon you, letting her go. Are we not pack? If you do this, you leave me behind. Do you know that? Do you care? Were you ever a wolf at all? Shame on you, letting the cub drown. You would have come after me, and I would have come after you. Shame upon you, letting her go. Are we not pack? If you do this, you leave me behind. Do you know that? Do you care? Were you ever a wolf at all?
And that question stabbed me sharper than fangs and woke me to the struggle. Chade and Dutiful and Thick were there, linked as a coterie, searching for us. They were doing it all wrong, like a man bailing the sea with a sieve in hopes of catching a fish. Chade made a random search for Nettle, for none of them save Thick knew well the shape of her in the Skill-current, and neither Chade nor Dutiful had thought to ask the little man to locate her. I struggled to find enough of myself to reach them. It was like working in a dream, where the sequences of events make no sense and every moment the reality changes. I touched Thick at last, a touch like a thread settling on his sleeve, and whispered, Find the woman who helped the kitten. That is what she looks like here. Find her! Find the woman who helped the kitten. That is what she looks like here. Find her!
And he did. We had known he was strong, but we had never measured him here, where his navigation of the Skill was all that mattered. He sang the song that was Nettle, and she coalesced around the notes. He did not seek her so much as summon her to fill the shape that he had made for her. And then, as if he were restoring a gla.s.s figurine to a shelf, so he carefully restored her to his dream of her. Had ever a woman been regarded as so precious? For a moment I glimpsed the inside of the traveling wagon and then the kitten on the bed told the limp woman sprawled beside him, It"s all right. Rest for now. You know the way home from here. Rest for a time, and then go home. You are safe, now. You know I love you. It"s all right. Rest for now. You know the way home from here. Rest for a time, and then go home. You are safe, now. You know I love you.
I had only an instant to wonder at what he had done, and so effortlessly. Then he seemed to sense me there and flung me out of his dream. I did not belong there. But even that act of his was a recognition of my shape. He had fixed me into myself again to expel me from their world, and suddenly Dutiful was clutching at me. Fitz! There you are! We thought you were lost. Fitz! There you are! We thought you were lost.
Why did you betray us? What have you done? Where is the girl? Chade demanded. Chade demanded.
Nettle is fine. I mended her. Now I"ll mend him back together too, Thick suggested pragmatically. Thick suggested pragmatically.
And he slammed me back into my body with no more ceremony than that.
I lay panting on the floor of the ice tunnel. When I found my eyes and opened them, the world was red and black. Then I realized I was looking into the glowing contents of the kettle. I felt the container of powder under my fingers. It rolled under my hand as I scrabbled away from the heat. Thinking about anything seemed like too much trouble. Somewhere, around me and inside me and below me, the dragons spoke to one another. Their communication felt like thunder rolling in my lungs. I did not wish to be a party to that communion. Already I had nearly died of it. I gathered all my strength and managed to pull my knees up under me. Crawling would work, I told myself. I could crawl out.
Three things happened simultaneously. I heard Dutiful shout to me from the entrance of the tunnel. I felt a sudden crack start in the ice beneath my hand. It raced off in a jagged line toward the dawn light that was now seeping into me. And the Pale Woman invaded my mind.
She had the Skill. I should have known and been more careful. Now she looked through my soul with her colorless eyes and pierced me with her hate. Her words slapped me. You chose, b.a.s.t.a.r.d king. You chose a dragon over your Beloved. And you will live with that choice. As will he. At least, for a short time. Until I let you see what you have chosen! You chose, b.a.s.t.a.r.d king. You chose a dragon over your Beloved. And you will live with that choice. As will he. At least, for a short time. Until I let you see what you have chosen!
And then she was gone, leaving me wretched and soiled from that contact with her mind. Such hate and virulence knows no bounds, and I knew that I had won for the Fool every coin of pain she could wring from him before his mind was gone. My spine turned to jelly, and I sprawled on the ground with neither the will nor the strength to move any farther. Again, I felt that vague stirring beneath me, and heard the oddly shrill sounds of complaining ice. Then all was stillness again. I longed to plunge into it as Icefyre had, seeking my death in it, but Dutiful was kneeling by me, shaking me frantically.
"Get up, Fitz. Get up! We have to get out of here. The dragon is stirring and the ice is cracking. He could bring it all down on us. Get up."
And when I could not, he grasped me by the collar and dragged me, out of the tunnel and into the excavation and up the ramp into the world of light and men.
chapter 24.
TINTAGLIA"S COMMAND.
And when the shepherd-turned-warrior had wearied himself with whetting his blade on the dragon"s impervious hide, he fell back from him, sweating and panting. Yet the moment he had breath to curse him, he did so again, saying he would take vengeance times three on the creature that had eaten his entire flock.At those words, the dragon seemed to waken from his sated sleep. Slower than a sunrise, he lifted his head and opened his eyes. He looked down at the man and his blade, and his great green eyes swirled and whirled. Some say they were like whirlpools in the deep, and that they sucked Herderson"s soul down into their depth and made it the dragon"s servant. Others say that Herderson stood firm before the dragon"s gaze, and it was only when Herderson breathed in the dragon"s outblown breath that he became subject to the creature. It is a hard thing to bear true witness to, for those who had gathered to watch Herderson attempt to slay the dragon had come no closer than the edge of his pasture.Be it his gaze or his breath, it took the man"s heart. He suddenly flung aside both shield and sword and cried out, "Forgive me, emerald one, O creature of jewel and flame and truth. I did not perceive what glory and might was yours when I first approached you. Forgive me, and allow me ever after to serve you and sing your praise."- "THE TALE OF THE DRAGON"S SLAVE"
The world was a bright white place and cold. I found my feet, got them firmly under me, and remembered how to make them work. From somewhere, Burrich came, to grab my other arm. Then Dutiful, Burrich, and I were staggering and sliding through the dawn light toward the huddled tents. I saw Chade all but running up the hill toward us. At a considerable distance behind him, Thick trudged along. Longwick and his remaining guardsmen were following them. The Wit coterie had tumbled half-dressed from their tent, and stood in the snow, pointing up the hillside and shouting to one another as they pulled on their coats and boots. The Hetgurd warriors stood apart and staring, nodding to one another as if they had expected a doom like this all along. Icefyre"s first try at breaking free had felt like a small earthquake, and he continued to make efforts as we hastened away from the excavation. Behind us, we felt as much as heard the dragon shuddering to break free of his icy prison. The cracking ice squeaked and popped and groaned as he fought it. Even so, it seemed to me that each effort was feebler than the first one. Then, when we were halfway down the hill, the creaking of the ice ceased. My Wit-sense of Icefyre remained as strong, but that awareness told me of a creature that had expended tremendous effort and was now on the verge of collapse.
"It would be ironic," I panted to Burrich and Dutiful, "if after all these years of longing to die, he finally perished in an attempt to live."
Burrich snorted. "We all perish in our last attempt to live."
"What went wrong?" Dutiful demanded. "Why did you wake him instead of just killing him? Did the powder fail? What changed your mind?"
Before I could answer, Chade was upon us. My old mentor stalked toward me, trembling with his outrage. His questions were harsher.
"How could you?" he demanded, his voice shaking with pa.s.sion as soon as he was within hearing range of me. "How could you betray your own blood that way? You were sent to kill the dragon. What right do you have to decide against that? How could you turn on your family?"
"I haven"t turned on my family. I"ve let the Fool be Forged for the sake of the Fa.r.s.eers," I said. Speaking that harsh truth aloud, under the bright morning light, suddenly made it real. I had to take a breath. In a quieter voice, I went on. "She"s had us watching the puppets, Chade, until we forgot that she was up there, pulling the strings. The Pale Woman wishes the dragon killed, yes. Perhaps if we killed him, she even would have given us back the Fool, but only so that he could witness the destruction of all he"d hoped for. Only so he could witness the end of the Fa.r.s.eer line."
Heedless of the men who were drawing into hearing range, I lined out my logic for Dutiful and him. In their prolonged silence, I heard them trying my reasoning and finding it sound. Into the silence, I said to Dutiful, "I"ve broken your promise, and lost you your bride. But I cannot tell you I am sorry to have done so. I fear it would have been a marriage founded on death, and death would be the only fruit of it. For now, at least, we"ve chosen life. Life for the dragon. And possibly a stronger peace between the Six Duchies and the Out Islands than we could have built on the dragon"s death."
"Fine words!" Chade fumed. "Grand words, but you"ve no idea what you"ve chosen. And neither do I! If that thing breaks out of there and is hungry, will he "choose life" for us? Or a hearty meal? I admit I"ve been shortsighted. Perhaps you were wise not to kill him. But that does not mean you were wise to wake him. Who will thank you for this, FitzChivalry, when this long day is done?"
"FitzChivalry?" I heard Civil say, striding up behind Chade. "FitzChivalry? Is that who he means? Tom Badgerlock is FitzChivalry, the Witted b.a.s.t.a.r.d?" He turned to clutch Web"s arm incredulously, demanding an answer. His eyes were wide, and he was breathless with shock. Dutiful"s friend stared at me as if he had never seen me before, but there was no admiration in his eyes. He was a man cheated of a legend, shown common earth when he had expected the gleam of gold.
"Hush." It was Web, silencing a secret that had outgrown its shroud. "Not now. Later, I"ll explain. There is no time now. He has wakened Icefyre. It"s up to us to free him." Web measured me with his eyes and seemed pleased with what he saw. He gave me a nod that was almost a bow, and then strode past us.
For the first time, I noted that the Witted coterie carried their digging tools, shovels and pry bars. A new purpose animated them all. Swift and c.o.c.kle were bringing up the sled to haul away the ice. Swift did not look at Burrich or me as he pa.s.sed. Nonetheless, Burrich was aware of him and undeterred by his son"s cold silence. "Be careful, son," he admonished him as the boy pa.s.sed us. "No one knows what Fitz has awakened there, or what his feelings toward us will be."
Then Burrich turned his gaze to me, and I had not known that clouded eyes could still pierce a man. "What did did you do up there? And why?" you do up there? And why?"
Perhaps it was time for that truth, too. "It wasn"t me. Not completely. I knew the dragon was alive, but I couldn"t reach him with my Skill, only my Wit. My Skill wasn"t strong enough. But then Nettle found me. And-"
"And Nettle waked him up!" Thick announced happily as he finally trudged up to us. "And I saved her and put her safe. She loves me."
"What?" This burst from Burrich, a cry of outrage and pain. "Nettle, my Nettle? Witted? It isn"t possible, it cannot be!"
"No. Not Witted. Skilled." Chade sounded impatient. "But untrained. Dangerously untrained. Another consequence for which we must thank Fitz and his whims. We nearly lost her in the Skill-current, but Thick knew her well enough to find her and take her out of it. She"s safe now, Burrich. Probably very confused as to what happened to her just then, but safe."
"This is too much. I cannot deal with this." Burrich had been holding my arm, but now I was suddenly supporting him. He shuddered out a breath. "I suspected she had a touch of Chivalry"s magic. I suspected for a long time, and when she told me of her wolf dream . . . that was when I knew I must go to Kettricken, to find out what it meant and to arrange for Nettle to be taught." He gave me a strange smile, torn between pride in her and fear for her future. "She was strong enough to wake a dragon?"
Then all of us were rocked by a blast of thought that sent Chade tottering, and then sinking to his knees. It was dragon speech, reaching into our minds. Tintaglia had found us.
Go and help him! Dig Icefyre out, and harm not a scale upon him. I come swift as flame, for by touch of our minds, I know where he is and no longer need the guidance of a bird! I warn you, I am not far away, and when I arrive, I expect to see him standing to meet me. If he is not, woe upon you all!
It was neither the Skill nor the Wit, and yet it struck my mind with the force of a strong Skill-sending. Icefyre"s recent use of my mind had left me raw to the Skill, and the force of Tintaglia"s thought physically staggered me. I suspect that those of us versed in the Skill were more susceptible to her thoughts than the others. Certainly it staggered Dutiful"s entire Skill coterie. Those of his Wit coterie reacted in a variety of ways, some seeming to take the full import of her words, others looking about as if puzzled, and c.o.c.kle showing no awareness of it at all. Civil raised a shout. "You all heard her! Tintaglia commands that we dig Icefyre out! Let"s do it!" He raced up the hill as if leading a charge against an enemy.
Among the Outislanders, as least one prostrated himself, believing that a G.o.d or demon had spoken to him. Two of the others stared off in the distance, as if questing after something they might have heard. The others gave no reaction. Burrich, long sealed off to the Skill by my father in order to protect him, looked puzzled for a moment, as if he had almost recalled something. I suspect his Wit made him vaguely aware of a sending without comprehending the thought that had accompanied it.
An instant only I had to absorb all this. Then Thick, with a wide and joyous smile, went racing away from us, up the hill, his short legs pumping as hard as they could. "I"m coming!" he shouted. "I"m coming to dig you out, Icefyre!"
I put his enthusiasm down to Icefyre"s earlier influence over his simple mind and his recent success at rescuing Nettle, which must have been a heady experience for the man. I strode after him, Dutiful at my side and Chade at our heels. It was only when I heard Dutiful mutter, "We have moved much of the ice above his back. Surely that is where he will break through first. We have not much more work to do!" that I wondered at his sudden enthusiasm for the task.
"Then you do not share Chade"s hope that we could simply leave the dragon where he is, as he was?"
"Yes. I do. I did. But that was . . . before. Before Nettle woke him. No. Before . . . But Tintaglia commands this. Tintaglia . . ." His pace slowed and he looked at me in consternation. "This is, this was, almost like when you commanded me with the Skill. But it isn"t. I can set this aside. I think." He caught at my arm and halted me alongside him, an odd expression on his face. "She commanded, and for a moment, I could think of nothing but obeying her. Strange. Is that what they mean by the charm of a dragon?"
Burrich startled me when he spoke. I had almost forgotten him, and yet he had somehow kept pace with us. "The old tales speak of the charm of a dragon coming from its breath. What have I missed? Some sort of Skill-sending?"
"Something like that," Dutiful pondered. "Almost a Skill-command, I think, but I do not know. I think I wanted to help Icefyre before she commanded it. It seems my own thought to me. Yet-"
And then Chade pa.s.sed us, muttering, "The powder. The powder will do it; the powder will blast him free. We only have to change where we set it. Or perhaps set it in smaller vessels-"
Dutiful and I exchanged a glance and then caught up with him. I seized his sleeve, but he shook me off. I grabbed hold of him again.
"Chade, you cannot kill him now. It"s too late. Tintaglia is nearly here, and too many of our people are intent on digging him free. It won"t work."
"I . . . kill him?" He looked shocked at the thought. "No, not kill him. Blast him free, you fool."
I exchanged a worried look with the Prince. "Why?" I asked Chade gently.
He looked as if my ignorance mystified him. Then, for just a moment, I saw another look pa.s.s over his face, one that frightened me. He groped. But however Tintaglia had fogged his mind, Chade had long been an expert at fabricating reasons to have me do whatever he decided I should do. "Does it escape you that an angry female dragon is on her way here, one that has been alerted to our presence thanks to you? What have you left us to do? If we kill him now, she"ll kill us all. She as much as said so. Unfortunately, that means we must make ourselves useful to a dragon. If we extricate Icefyre before Tintaglia arrives, she may see it as a sign of good intentions on our part. You yourself said we might use her goodwill to build an alliance with Bingtown. Until we know her strength, I judge it best to placate her in any way we can. Don"t you?"
"And you think the best way to free him is with your powder?"
"One blast can do the work of ten men with shovels. Trust me on this, Fitz. I know what I"m doing." He now seemed as enthused to blast Icefyre free as he had earlier been to blow him up. How hard had Tintaglia"s command hit him? With the force of a Skill-command, which one must unquestioningly obey, regardless of one"s own judgment?
Was the Fool Forged yet? Dead? The sudden thought broke abruptly over me like a wave of cold water, dashing me from my present worry. I staggered with the impact of it. I had done what the Fool had hoped I would do. I had wakened the dragon and now all our forces were turned to freeing him and uniting him with Tintaglia. It had even felt like the right thing to do, at the moment that I did it. But now my soul scrabbled at the remorselessness of time. I could not go back and change the decision, yet it suddenly seemed far too heavy and sharp a thing to carry for the rest of my life. His fingerprints burned briefly cold on my wrist.
Still my feet carried me on with the rest of them. When we reached the excavation, we discovered that all the dragon"s struggles had done little. The ice over his back was cracked and starred from beneath, and he had collapsed part of the tunnel that had been dug above his neck and head. The Wit coterie had already attacked the cracks in the ice with much enthusiasm and little manpower. As I arrived, the Hetgurd men joined them. For the first time, every man at the camp was united in the task of unearthing the dragon alive. But no amount of excitement could make the work any less arduous.
Chade berated me for being an idiot when we all discovered I had left the powder pot behind when I had fled the tunnel. He put two men to work reopening the tunnel, and then completely confused the suspicious Wit coterie by putting them to work digging deep, narrow holes alongside the dragon. "We"ll put smaller loads of powder along the edge of that crack he"s made. It won"t be enough to harm him, just enough to break the ice up so we can haul it away in larger chunks. Fitz, I"ll need you with me to help me measure and package the powder. Dutiful, you too, and bring Longwick. We"ll need more vessels suitable for holding the fires. It will be tricky to set them off, but I"m convinced that near-simultaneous blasts will serve us best."
Chade was in his element, organizing and improvising. He burned with a fierce joy at putting his thoughts into action. I realized then that in his own way, he would have been a fine soldier and strategist, much as Verity had been. The times in my life when he had seemed most alive had been when he had finally flung aside all constraints to transform his thoughts into deeds.
Burrich had come with us when we returned to Chade"s tent, for he could be of little help with the digging. It was sad to know that he realized that. He reminded me somewhat of an old dog that knows he can no longer keep up with the pack on the scent, and so holds his place at his master"s stirrup in faith that he will be there for the kill. I glanced up at him as he sat attentively on Chade"s pallet. Chade was opening another small cask of his powder. I knelt on the floor, a clean hide stretched out before me, measuring powder into piles that were approximately the same size as the example that Chade had heaped for me. The consistency of the powder troubled me; it was not a uniform color, and some seemed ground finer than the rest, but Chade had already shrugged aside my questions. "In time I will perfect it. But for now, it will work, and that is all that counts, boy. Where is the Prince? I sent him to scavenge tight containers from any of the tents. He should be back by now. And Longwick, with the kettles. It"s going to be a mix-and-match that we must do, and the sooner we begin, the better."
"I"m sure he"ll be here soon," I said, and then to Burrich, "You"re very quiet. Is it because you came here to kill the dragon, and now we all struggle to save it?"
He knit his dark brows at me. "You thought I came here to slay a dragon?" He gave a snort of amazement and then shook his head. "I didn"t believe in this dragon. I thought it a girl"s bad dream, and so it was easy for me to a.s.sure Nettle that I"d protect her from it. I took her to Buckkeep and there I learned that there might be some vestige of a dragon here. But when I came here, I came to bring you home, you and Swift. Because, regardless of what it might cost you, or me, that is where you belong." He gave a sudden sigh. "I"ve always been a simple man, Fitz, seeking simple answers to my problems. And here I am, trying to see how to untangle the mess you and I have made of things, and now to protect Nettle from a dragon that knows her name and how to talk sense to Swift about Beast Magic. I"d thought that you had died of the Wit, you know. The Queen tried to give me what she knew of that tale, how a Forged One came to be wearing a shirt I"d sewn for you, with King Shrewd"s pin still in the collar . . . When I think of the anguish I felt as I buried that wretch . . ."