THIRTY-ONE

The next morning I awoke in the chair at Liz’s bedside and found her watching me. Her right eye was nearly swollen shut, and blood was still caked around her nostrils. She smiled, ointment gleaming on her cracked lips. “This has a familiar feel,” she said in a weak, thin voice.

“Except you’re on the wrong side of the bed.”

“So are you.”

My entire body seemed rusted into my sleeping position, and moving out of it took a few moments. “How do you feel?”

“Numb. Are my toes wiggling?”

“Yes. They gave you some concoction to help you relax.”

“Any more relaxed and you’ll need a ladle to move me. How long have I been here?”

“Only a couple of days. Nowhere near my record.”

She reached a bandaged hand toward me. “I owe you an apology. If I’d told you about Lesperitt the night of the fire, I wouldn’t be here.”

“You’re right,” I agreed. “But we don’t have to talk about it now.”

“Yes, we do.”

“Okay. Why didn’t you tell me?”

She was silent for so long I wondered if she’d fallen asleep with her eyes open. At last she said, “I could give you some story about wanting to take care of things on my own, but the truth is that really

… I was embarrassed.”

“By what?”

“By the fact that I still wanted to believe. That even though the adult Liz knew the truth, the little girl in me still believed dragons might be real. And she had to know. So Little Liz pitched a hissy fit, and Big Liz went along just to shut her up.”

I nodded. “And now both of them know they were real.”

She shook her head. “No. Not the kind I wanted to find. Not the ones filled with wisdom and power and love. They were just cold, beautiful animals.” Tears welled in her eyes. “What kind of idiot insists on believing in gods, anyway?”

“I’m sorry,” I said, and meant it. I leaned over and kissed her. Her lips were slippery with the minty healing ointment. “I’m not filled with wisdom or power, but I do love you.”

She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. “Ah, you’re just saying that to get into my pants.”

“Did it work?”

She scooted over on the bed. “Not yet. But it probably will. Now get over here.”

I stretched out beside her, let her snuggle close, and we fell asleep together despite the sunlight bouncing off the white walls. Before my eyes closed, I resolved that, as soon as she left the hospital, I would tell her about my past relationship with her late sister. I couldn’t very well be mad at Liz over this if I wasn’t willing to face the same music myself.

AROUND noon I left her sleeping and headed back to town for lunch. I’d had my fill, literally and figuratively, of the medicinal stuff the moon priestesses called food. I needed something dipped in grease and fried. Before I left, though, I poured Frankie’s money into the donation vase. The noise was horrendous in the hospital silence, but no one appeared to investigate.

A whole company of Muscodian troops lined the street outside the Saraden’s Sword. They looked tired and ill-mannered, especially the ones not lucky enough to be on horseback. A potbellied captain stood beside the door, while a crowd of onlookers gathered a respectful distance away. I’d seen more crowds in Muscodia during the last week than I had in all my time here, and really looked forward to the day there would again be nothing to gawk at.

The door opened, and two soldiers came out. Between them staggered a disheveled Prince Frederick, looking dazed and half-asleep. The soldiers snapped to attention, and the captain stepped up to the prince with a smart salute.

“Your Highness,” he said stiffly, “please allow us to escort you back to Sevlow.”

Frederick blinked. “Uh… okay, sure.” He looked down at his feet. “Whoa, where’re my shoes?”

“Boots for His Highness!” the captain bellowed. A junior officer quickly complied. I couldn’t tell if they’d brought extra boots just for this contingency or stripped them off a soldier roughly the same size. The two soldiers quickly bent to the prince’s feet and had him shod in no time. I suspected they’d done this before. Perhaps this whole company did nothing but chase Frederick around and bail him out of trouble.

As Frederick was guided to a waiting horse, two more soldiers brought out Daniel Argoset. He was in full uniform, and stood stiffly at attention before his counterpart. “Captain Malligan,” he said formally.

“Captain Argoset,” Malligan replied. Then he reached up and yanked the insignia from Argoset’s uniform. “By direct order of King Archibald, you are demoted to private and assigned to my unit.”

Argoset swallowed hard, but his voice was steady. “Yes, sir.”

Malligan smiled. If he’d spent any time at all with his former peer, he must’ve enjoyed this immensely. To his credit, the smile was his only gloat. “You’re assigned to the rear guard, Private. Am I clear?”

Argoset had just been instructed to clean up any manure deposited on the road behind the company as it traveled. It was a punishment detail, the absolute lowest job available. He simply nodded and said, “Yes, sir, perfectly clear. Where may I find the shovel?”

I left Argoset to his humiliation and continued to Angelina’s. There I found Callie’s ex-boyfriend asleep on my office stairs, where she could keep him from scurrying out to find giggle-weed. I also heard that Minnow Shavers had inquired about a job; Sharky un-inquired for her shortly afterward. And no one, it seemed, had inquired after my professional services. Neceda was finally returning to normal.

I’d just filled in Angelina and Callie on Liz’s condition when Gary Bunson sat down beside me. His smile was almost wide enough to separate the top of his head from the rest of him. “What are you grinning about?” I asked.

He pulled out a folded piece of black velvet and opened it to reveal a small military medal embossed with the royal seal of King Archibald. “The captain of the guard presented this to me. He even stood at attention.”

“You got a medal?” Callie said, making no effort to hide her disbelief. “Why?”

Gary pinned it to his chest, and puffed up like a startled toad. “For my quick action in solving the murder of Mother Donna Bennings of the Moon Sisterhood. With the grateful appreciation of the king and people of Muscodia.”

“I thought the king didn’t approve of the moon priestesses,” Angelina said.

Gary was almost beaming. “He may not, but they have a lot of clout and he knows better than to let people go around killing them.”

Angelina and I exchanged a look of disbelief. I tried not to laugh. “Gary, the killer came to you and confessed. You basically did nothing.”

“Yes, and I did it with alacrity and tact. I have a parchment that says so.”

“And your conscience is okay with this?”

Now Gary tried not to laugh. “Eddie, I sold my conscience for a night with a trail whore when I was fifteen. Haven’t seen it since, and wouldn’t know what to do with it if it turned up.” He touched the medal almost reverently. “I also got a raise.”

“A raise,” Angelina repeated. “A medal and a raise for doing nothing.” She shook her head with a grim, humorless chuckle.

There wasn’t much else to say. I clapped him on the shoulder. “Congratulations, Gary. That means the next round is on you.”

“Hey, sure thing. Angelina, a bottle of your cheapest best stuff.” He turned to me. “Want to hear something else weird?”

“Sure,” I said.

“Oh, wait: how’s Liz? I heard she was in the hospital. What happened?”

“Had an accident making a delivery. She’ll be fine. So what else is weird?”

“A sheep farmer from the Black River Hills came into town screaming that a dragon had carried off one of his rams.”

“A dragon,” Callie repeated. “Like in a fairy story?”

“Yeah,” Gary said. “A real fire-breathing dragon. Shiny black scales. Breathed blue fire, he said. Showed up in the middle of the night, scorched his pasture, killed his dog and flew off with a ram.”

Now I knew where the creature had been returning from when she found me in her burrow. “That is weird,” I agreed. “Maybe he just had too much to drink at the hanging.”

“He had too much of something. I told him if I heard any more about it, I’d lock him up as a public nuisance.”

“Yeah, for the best,” Callie agreed. “Anyone who says they’ve seen a dragon must be a few needles short of a pine tree.”

Gary sighed. “Well, I hope we’ve seen the last of him and those other weirdos, the ones with the red scarves. And anyone from Sevlow, and anyone named Marantz. This used to be a nice, peaceful town.”

Gary left; I finished my lunch, then went upstairs to my office. When I went to unlock the door, though, it swung in on its own. Instantly I was flat against the stairwell wall, my boot knife in my hand.

I leaned out just enough to see inside. The waiting room was empty, and the door to my private office stood open.

I silently entered. Nothing seemed disturbed. I went behind my desk and looked out the window. No one on the street appeared to be watching for my arrival. Had I just forgotten to lock the door? Then I noticed the present waiting for me on my desk.

It was a foot-long crossbow bolt, its triangular metal point stuck in the wood, but not with the force of an actual shot. A piece of parchment was tied to the shaft with a red ribbon. I unrolled it and turned it toward the light.

The writing was neat and precise, four words that carried all the meaning in the world. Not today, it said. But someday. There was no signature, but none was really needed.

I crumpled the note and threw it out the window into the mud of the street. Then I put the bolt in a quiver with my others.

I had one last bit of work to do in the Black River Hills. The next day I left Liz’s bedside before sunrise and on my new horse, Little Blackie, headed down trails now familiar to us both. I finished burying Lola, although nature’s disposal system had done a good job on the carcass by the time I found it again. Scavengers had also been at Candora’s body, but I left it where it was. Feeding the buzzards and crows was more than he deserved.

I carried the dragon’s remains to the peak above her burrow and burned them on a small pyre. The wind made it difficult to get the fire started, but once going it didn’t take long to consumer the body. Alone with the blue sky, the great forest like a green sea beneath me stretching into the hazy distance, I felt the solemnity of the moment. It marked an end of something large and significant in the world, even though most people would never know it.

As I watched, the remains of whatever organic gas fueled the dragon’s fire sent little blue jets of flame through the gaping, blackened jawbones. It was the last time any dragon would breathe forth fire. I felt a twinge of whatever Liz must’ve experienced as a child, and shared her sad disillusionment. And I shed a tear of my own for Solarian and Lumina.

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