DragonKnight

  Contents

  Title Page

  Dedication

  Acknowledgments

  Cast of Characters

  Map

  PART ONE: PALADIN’S CALL

  Sabbatical

  Entangled

  Three!

  Big Surprises

  Questions

  One Part of Being Prepared

  Breaking a Kindia

  A Fine Talent

  The Race

  Choices

  Be Prepared

  A Renegade Quiss

  Down the Gilpen

  Landing in Ianna

  The Mapmaker

  Too Many People

  A Friend

  The Jailhouse

  Taking Care of Necessities

  Lost and Found

  A Slippery Encounter

  Problems Multiply

  Sailing

  Danger from the Deep

  Wittoom

  Plans to Rescue

  Rescue

  Castle Pelacce

  The Lovely N’Rae

  Additions

  The Caves of Endor

  A Legend

  North

  An Old Friend

  Temperaments

  Tradition

  Boots

  Gilda

  Dragons

  Little Details

  A Castle

  View from a Turret

  PART TWO: WIZARD’S CALL

  Kale

  Joining Forces

  Grawlig Dinner Party

  A Friendlier Dinner

  One More Time

  Lost in One Place

  More Joining of Forces

  In the Castle Once More

  Treasures

  Assignments

  Discoveries

  The Dungeon

  Light Versus Dark

  Epilogue

  Glossary

  About the Author

  Praise for DragonKnight

  Copyright

  This book is dedicated to these first readers.

  It is so much easier to write to specific readers than to a general audience.

  Thanks for representing a whole lot of readers.

  Mary and Michael Darnell

  Kristianna Lynxwiler

  Jason McDonald

  Alistair and Ian McNear

  Rachael Selk

  Amy Stoddard

  Rebecca Wilber

  Lindsey Winkler

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  Because:

  “Without consultation, plans are frustrated,

  But with many counselors they succeed.”

  PROVERBS 15:22

  Bonnie Aldrich

  Alice Brunette

  Dudley Delffs

  Evangeline Denmark

  Jani Dick

  Michelle Garland

  Dianna Gay

  Beth Goddard

  Cecilia Gray

  Michelle Griep

  Jack Hagar

  Shannon Hill

  Beth Jusino

  Christine Lynxwiler

  Paul Moede

  Sandra Moore

  Jill Nelson

  Shannon and Troy McNear

  Jeanne Paton

  Robert Peterson

  Cheryl Smith

  Armin Sommer

  Stuart Stockton

  Faye Spieker

  J. Case and Eden Tompkins

  Ahneka Valdois

  Elizabeth and Kathleen Wolford

  Laura Wright

  CAST OF CHARACTERS

  Ahnek—o’rant street urchin, about ten years old

  Captain Anton—leader of the guard Sir Dar sends with Bardon

  Ardeo—white and gray minor dragon, glows in the dark

  Bardon—o’rant and emerlindian, squire to Sir Dar, in training to Paladin since age six

  Bim and Toa—young twins, sons of cook at inn in Ianna

  Blosker—marione rider, works for Hoddack

  Bortenmiffgaten—tumanhofer jailer in Ianna

  Bromptotterpindosset—tumanhofer adventurer and mapmaker, owns shop in Ianna

  Wizard Burner Stox—evil female wizard, married to Crim Cropper

  Cadden Glas—doneel explorer of the Northern Reach

  Wizard Cam Ayronn—lake wizard from Trese

  Cise—o’rant kindia breaker working for Hoddack

  Corduff—owner of a mine near Ianna

  Wizard Crim Cropper—evil male wizard, dabbles in genetics, married to Burner Stox

  Sir Dar—doneel diplomat and statesman

  Dibl—yellow and orange minor dragon, reveals humor in situations, lightens the hearts of his companions

  Lo D’mon—not mentioned by name in text, last guard sent with Bardon

  Grand Dost—grand emerlindian in charge of Bardon’s spiritual education during Bardon’s time as squire at Dar’s castle

  Faye—lady’s maid in Dar’s castle

  Wizard Fenworth—Bog wizard from Wynd

  Filia—pink minor dragon, enthusiastic about all things, collects knowledge, some of it quite trivial

  Gallatennodken—dealer in antiquities in Ianna

  Gilda—meech dragon once a cohort of Risto, now lives in a bottle to keep from dissipating because of a spell Risto put on her

  Gledupkonstepper—sociology professor at The Hall

  Greer—Bardon’s dragon, purple with cobalt wings, former rider a knight who was killed in battle

  Gregger—investigator working for Harbormaster Mayfil

  Grupnotbaggentogg—driver of horse-drawn carriage in Ianna

  Gymn—green minor dragon, heals

  Dame Hoddack—wife of Hoddack, her father was original owner of (the rich) farm

  Hoddack—wealthy marione farm owner and kindia trader

  Holt Hoddack—young marione son of kindia trader

  Ilex—o’rant worker on Hoddack’s kindia farm

  Magistrate Inkleen—magistrate in Ianna

  Sir Jilles—N’Rae’s father

  Sir Joffa—Sir Jilles’s older twin brother

  Sir Jofil—N’Rae’s grandfather

  Jue Seeno—minneken from the Isle of Kye serving as N’Rae’s protector

  Kale Allerion—o’rant wizard and Dragon Keeper, former village slave, eighteen years old, has gift of finding dragon eggs

  Granny Kye—old emerlindian, artist, and N’Rae’s grandmother

  Harbormaster Mayfil—important official in Ianna

  Librettowit—tumanhofer librarian to Wizard Fenworth

  Lo Mees—one of the guard sent with Bardon

  Metta—purple minor dragon, sings

  Mistress Moorp—housekeeper at Ornopy Halls

  Scribe Moran—Bardon’s Tome mentor at Castle Pelacce

  Innkeeper Nald—owner of inn in Norst

  N’Rae—emerlindian girl who was raised by ropma and is searching for her father

  Lo Oh—one of the guard sent by Sir Dar

  Master Onit—marione tavern owner in Norst

  Master Ornopy—o’rant landowner in upper Wynd

  Pat—chubby brown minor dragon, fixes things

  Lo Pont—one of guard sent with Bardon

  Regidor—meech dragon, in search of a colony of lost meech dragons, likes fancy things, carries an enchanted meech dragon in a bottle with him

  Wizard Risto—evil wizard killed by Fenworth

  Saramaralindan—Bromptotterpindosset’s daughter

  Seagram—Pont’s dragon

  Sittiponder—blind tumanhofer orphan and seer

  Taylaminkadot—tumanhofer housekeeper in Fenworth’s castle

  Toopka—doneel child, under guardianship of Kale and Sir Dar

  Trum Aspect—courtier and merchant representative at Sir Dar’s court

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  SABBATICAL

  “People. Always too many people.”

  Only the leathery beat of Greer’s dragon wings answered Bardon’s observation. Cool air rushed against Bardon’s face, blowing away the cares of three intense years of training and study.

  He squeezed his knees into the riding hooks and leaned forward across the major dragon’s neck. Brisk mountain air rose off the snow-topped mountain and blew his dark hair back from his pale face. Soon he should be able to spot the valley Sir Dar had recommended. He needed time alone. The first part of his sabbatical would be spent in isolation.

  Bardon put a hand on Greer’s purple scales and communicated his desire to locate a lake shaped like a boot.

  Looking down at the forested slopes, he speculated on how many of the seven high races populated the area. A smile spread across his face. It was likely that not one civilized being walked this southern part of the Morchain Mountain Range for a hundred miles in any direction.

  He saw a ropma scurry across a rocky stream.

  “Don’t worry, fella. I won’t bother you if you don’t bother me. I’m taking a break from everyone, both high and low races.”

  Greer rumbled in his throat, and Bardon placed a hand on the amethystine scales of his dragon’s neck. “No, I’m not running away from you, my friend. And in truth, I’m not really running away from civilization. I just need a sabbatical, a long sabbatical.”

  Ahead, two peaks stood taller than the rest. Bardon mentally guided the major dragon toward the landmark Dar had given him. He thought about the parting from the wise little doneel.

  The room had bustled with activity like all the rooms in Castle Pelacce. Dar had taken Bardon aside to speak words of encouragement and instruction, but the constant commotion intruded on their conversation.

  “I’m proud of you, Bardon.” Dar’s small furry hand had rested on his squire’s arm. “You’ve developed a gracious social presence. I know it’s been hard for you, but I consider it one of your greatest accomplishments.”

  Inwardly, Bardon had cringed when a woman’s piercing laugh rose over the clucking babble of a small group of ladies. Squire Bardon glanced at Sir Dar. He couldn’t speak of his concern to the knight he admired so much. Every day Bardon underwent a great struggle to project that image of serenity Sir Dar assumed was real.

  He thinks too well of me. The young man wrestled with a truth he did not like. After three years, this knight-in-training is only better at hiding his uneasiness.

  I find the social life Sir Dar thrives on to be overwhelming. Bardon looked around at the gregarious crowd. Sir Dar smiled sincerely at a marione’s comment as he passed. The squire wished they had chosen a secluded spot for this conversation. But the Castle Pelacce boiled with activity in every quarter.

  When does a day pass that someone, important or not, isn’t visiting? Dozens of outsiders, along with the bustling staff, roam these hallways.

  While his mentor gazed fondly at a group of giggling women, Bardon watched the finely dressed, diminutive doneel ladies and strove to keep his face neutral. I’ve given up trying to keep Sir Dar’s extended family straight. Are those cousins? I can’t remember who’s who. There are dozens of families, not just dozens of individuals.

  The uncomfortable memory faded. Bardon put aside the aggravation of court life as Greer passed between the two peaks and headed south. The rough terrain beneath them looked even more uninhabited.

  I’m thankful this time of reflection is required before I take my final vow to Paladin. I’m already enjoying the peace of being out of civilization. Nothing within the city compares with the beauty I beheld last night as I watched the heavens from my campsite. Even the stars seemed to celebrate my freedom. That comet rising from the southwestern horizon may be my herald of a contented sabbatical.

  I can be gone from a month to a year. At this point, I intend to take every day of a whole year to relish the isolation. Searching my soul as I count the cost of this alliance is only part of what I must examine.

  Bardon stroked Greer’s neck. By using the wordless communication of mindspeaking common to a rider and his dragon, the squire often confided his thoughts to his dragon. The young squire was well aware that his closest companion already knew every detail of his life. Nonetheless, when he talked to Greer, he didn’t feel like he indulged in melancholy musings. Friendly chats with the droll dragon often lifted his spirits.

  Bardon gazed at the unpopulated mountain region. He would have to guard against falling into self-pity. The solemn reality of his lonely life threatened to accompany him on his chance for a relaxed time of meditation.

  I lived at The Hall from the time I was six, he told Greer, until I was eighteen—a dozen years in a room with five other occupants. Dormitory life doesn’t allow much time for solitude. I don’t mind telling you, Greer, I crave really being alone.

  Greer beat his powerful wings and rose several hundred feet to soar over a broad mountaintop. On the other side stretched a highland valley, cradling a long lake.

  “That water looks to be the shape of a boot.” Bardon leaned over the neck of his mount. “Sir Dar said the cabin is on the east side, close to the heel.”

  Greer banked and headed for the eastern shore at the southernmost end of the clear lake. Clouds reflected in the blue water, and as Greer passed over, an image of the dragon’s purple body and cobalt wings glided across the rippling surface.

  They landed on the shoreline where stubby grass and tiny, fragrant, white mountain flowers covered the bank for twenty yards before undersized trees erupted in dense woods. The vegetation grew lush because of a long tropical growing season but was short due to the altitude.

  A one-level, split-log cabin sat at the edge of the forest.

  Bardon swung his leg over the saddle horn, unhooked his other leg, and slid to the ground. With hands much practiced at his task, he unbuckled the straps of the saddle and laid it and the saddle packs on the ground. The young squire stood with his fists on his hips and surveyed the peaceful scene.

  Greer stretched out his wings and shook them with a rattle of the thin leather hide. He then tucked them close to his body and rolled in the sweet-scented grass. When his itches were subdued, he strolled to the edge of the lake and took a deep drink. The dragon lifted his head with water dripping from his chin and looked back at his rider.

  “Yes,” agreed Bardon. “I bet some very big fish swim in these waters.”

  He picked up two bundles of personal belongings, leaving the other gear to stow later. Right now he wanted to inspect what would be his secluded home for the next few months. He would read the books he’d brought, contemplate life, and seek Wulder’s presence, hoping for a clear direction. Should he be a knight after all these years of preparation, or should he settle into a less demanding occupation?

  Bardon walked slowly, in no hurry to commence these weighty meditations. He’d been so sure knighthood was his calling. Obviously, his unknown father had desired this future for his son, or he wouldn’t have left him at The Hall. But as Bardon trained under Sir Dar, he began to realize that the lofty words servant to Paladin actually meant “servant to mankind.”

  The idea of serving the noble ruler of Amara had a pristine quality to it. In reality, this serving meant forever dealing with the sullied high races. Instead of walking on a more elevated plane than the average citizen, Bardon found himself mingling with and humbling himself for an unappreciative, uneducated, ratty populace.

  “People,” he muttered. “Way too many people.”

  He reached the door of the cabin, and without putting down either bundle, he awkwardly lifted the latch. He nudged the heavy wooden plank open with his foot and stepped into the dimly lit room. His nose twitched. He smelled what could have been a hot meal eaten not long before. With shoulders tensed, he lowered his burden to the floor and put a hand on his sword hilt.

  The cabin didn’t feel right. Abandoned for over a year, the interior should have had a musty odor.
Dust motes floated in sunbeams shining through polished windows. A door stood open to a small bedroom.

  Bardon crossed the main room silently and peered in at two made beds. A simple dress hung on a peg on the wall. A set of shelves held other feminine clothing folded neatly.

  He scanned the room. No one lurked in the shadows. He turned to search the rest of the small cabin. Two other rooms didn’t seem to be in use. But it was abundantly clear the kitchen area and the sitting room had accommodated someone earlier in the day.

  He marched out of the house and asked Greer if he had seen or heard anyone in the immediate vicinity. The dragon had not, but took to the sky for a scouting trip. The young squire soon had an answer.

  What do you mean, ‘uh-oh’? Bardon glared at the flying dragon. Two women, one very old and one young? He frowned. What are they doing?

  Bardon didn’t appreciate the dragon’s comments on how delicious the berries would be when the women returned with two basketfuls.

  I doubt they are picking enough to satisfy your appetite.

  He turned on his heel and tramped back into the house, snatching up his bundles as he went through the door.

  Sir Dar gave me permission to occupy this house, and this is where I am going to stay! These women are certainly not here because they were invited.

  He carried his possessions through the sitting room and into the second unoccupied bedroom. He tossed the bags on the bed and went out to haul in the rest of his provisions. In a deliberate surge of activity, he stowed all his belongings. Then, packing a wire, a bottle with a cork stopper, and a hunk of cheese in a knapsack, he went out to the lake. He stopped to whack off a slender, five-foot-long branch from a borling tree, then picked off its smaller limbs as he walked.

  The nutty scent of the wood soothed his agitation. Survival skills had been his favorite part of training. He relished the fresh air, the music of woodland noises, and the busyness of living off the land.

  I will enjoy these months alone. At this moment, I will focus on what is at hand.

  Thank You, Wulder, for Your gift of this time and this place.

  A rock outcropping jutted into the water. Bardon clambered over a pile of smooth boulders and sat on a ledge. Settling into a comfortable position with his feet dangling over the water, he pulled out a string and the wire from his pocket. With nimble fingers, he fashioned a hook from the wire and attached it to the string, then the string to the pole. In a matter of minutes, he threw a fishing line with the cork from his bottle into the water.