Dragon and Slave

"Okay," the boy said, smiling wanly up at him. "A little tired, but mostly okay."

"Good," Jack said. "Then go get your things together. We're leaving."

"What do you mean?" Maerly

"I mean we're leaving this place," Jack said. "Out past the wall. To freedom."

The conversation at the nearby tables had faded away. "Jack, are you feeling all right?" Maerly

"I'm not sick," Jack told her, pushing her hand roughly aside. "And I'm not hallucinating. I'm leaving. Right now. And I'm taking Noy with me."

"Wow," Noy breathed, his eyes wide. "Just like he said."

"Jack, you can't just walk out of here," Maerly

"They can take their best shot," Jack said. "It won't do them a scrap of good."

"Jack, you're scaring everyone," Maerly

Abruptly, Jack realized that the whole room had gone dead quiet. Lifting his gaze, he looked around.

They were all looking back at him. All the slaves. Sitting silently, their meager meals forgotten. Most of the faces held scorn, he could see, or simple flat-out disbelief. Some of them, like Maerly

Scorn, or disbelief, or fear.

But no hope.

They had been here too long, he realized. Whatever hope they might ever have had, Gazen and the Brummgas had burned out of them.

No, this was no place for a child. It was no place for anyone.

And it was about time someone did something about that.

"I'm leaving," he called, raising his voice so that it could be heard throughout the whole room. "Tonight. Anyone else hate this place enough to go with me?"

"You're a fool," an Eytra growled from two tables over. "Many have tried.

None have succeeded."

"Then I guess Noy and I will be the first," Jack said. "Does that mean you're not coming?"

"Jack, this isn't fu

"It's not bad to have memories, Maerly

A tingle ran up Jack's back. That did not sound like Noy. Not at all. In fact, it sounded exactly like—

"What's that supposed to mean?" the Eytra asked with a sniff.

"It's something the gold dragon told me," Noy said. "He said that memories are what give us strength and courage."

"Noy, you have got to stop this nonsense," Maerly

"It was not a dream," Noy insisted. Abruptly, he stood up, wavering a little.

"Here's what he said." The night was calm, the battle near, The enemy was wet with fear.

Their ears were hearkened; They had darkened Memories we held so dear. And now at daybreak came the test.

Again we charged, straight to their best.

We cut them down: Sword, gun, and crown.

The battlefield with blood was dressed. Our vengeance thus we had achieved, The relics of our hope received.

And to the song, Twelve eons long, We add the lives of comrades grieved. He took a deep breath and looked at Maerly

Maerly

"You couldn't just sit with him," Jack muttered toward his collar. "You had to sing, too."

"I told you—the dragon sang that to me," Noy said. "And he told me not to give up hope. That someday I would be free."

"That day is today, Noy," Jack said. "For you, and anyone else who wants to go."

"This dragon," a Parprin from across the room said in a husky voice. "What did it look like?"

"It was all gold," Noy said. "Smaller than dragons you hear about in stories.

He gave me food and juice, and he sang."

The Parprin flexed his ears and stood up. "All right. I'm in."

"What?" the Eytra demanded, turning in his seat to look at the Parprin. "Have you gone crazy, Muskrack?"

"The gold dragon is a symbol of hope and change," the Parprin said. "And what have we to lose?"

"Our lives, for starters," the Eytra said scornfully. "If you two humans want to be insane, go be insane somewhere else."

"I intend to," Jack promised. "On the far side of the wall." He looked down at Maerly

Maerly

"So bring the twins along," Jack offered. "As for Lisssa, maybe we can pick her up on our way out."

"Pick her up where?" Greb asked. "She's—well, she was right here."

Jack frowned. "What do you mean, right here? She's at the Chookoock family mansion."

"No, she's not," Maerly

"But—"

And then, the horrible truth hit him. Lisssa, stealing out to the frying pan every couple of hours. Lisssa, who had told him she only looked out for herself, coming to see how he was doing. Lisssa, risking her life with the Brummgan patrols to bring him food and blankets.

Lisssa, helping Gazen make sure Jack stayed put throughout the night.

Lisssa, a Brummgan informant.

"See?" Grib said, pointing behind Jack. "There she is."

Jack spun around. There she was, all right, slipping out the door into the night to report to her masters.

Jack snarled one of Uncle Virgil's favorite curses, his eyes darting to the floor and the tables. The floor? Too crowded. He'd never make it around everyone and catch up with her. Not with the lead she already had.

The tables, then? Leap up onto one of them, bound across to the next, and so on to the door? But there were just as many people around the tables as there were in the narrow aisles between them. And the tables were loaded with dishes and cups besides.

No, there was only one way to stop her now. Only one person who could catch her before she blew the whistle and brought the whole Chookoock family down on them.

"Draycos," he hissed. "We haven't got a choice." The dragon didn't answer, but Jack could feel him coil himself to spring. Jack braced himself, wondering dimly what all the scoffers would say when the golden dragon actually appeared.

Then, from the direction of the doorway came a sudden squawk. There was a second squawk; and to Jack's amazement, Lisssa reappeared in the doorway. She hesitated, as if unwilling to continue; and then a large human hand appeared from the darkness and shoved her roughly all the way inside.

And stepping into the hut behind her—

"Here you go, Jack," Fleck called cheerfully across the room as he gave Lisssa another shove. "This what you were looking for?"