The Raven Collection

‘And that’s what Therus thinks your lightning flashes are all about, does he?’ asked Denser. ‘My child being this “I

‘Denser, you know what you hoped Lya

‘Well, what’s certainly clear is that if the Dordovan Quorum believe the prophecy, they’ll be desperate to recapture Lya

‘So what you’re saying is that Lya

‘Or maybe the catalyst for something. We’ve seen lightning in a cloudless sky already and that is a clear elemental anomaly. And you know as well as I do the stories that have been going round. Tidal waves, hurricanes, thunderstorms lasting for days . . . hardly one bolt of lightning, Denser. Therus says they’re all mentioned in the prophecy.

‘And who are these people you think Erie

‘But don’t forget on the other hand that, whatever the evidence, Tinjata would have had a vested interest in painting his findings as black as he could,’ said Denser.

Ilkar nodded. ‘Also true. Look, I’m not for one moment saying that we should leave Lya

‘What are you saying then?’ asked Denser.

‘That we should be aware of the wider picture while we search. Putting aside whether the prophecy is true or not, or even relevant to this debate, Dordover will act on the premise that it might be; and their actions, if not stemmed, will divide the Colleges, and none of us want that. It doesn’t take a genius to see Dordover and Lystern seeing a threat to their independence and identity, and Xetesk looking to broker power and ultimately force a reunion as the dominant party. It all hinges on who controls Lya

Denser rested his head in his hands, pulling them down his face and talking through his fingers. ‘Ilkar, you’re taking this too far,’ he said. ‘She’s one child. She can’t do anything alone.’

‘From what you’ve told me yourself, the Dordovans clearly don’t share that view,’ returned Ilkar.

‘And we are fairly sure she isn’t alone,’ added The Unknown.

Ilkar sighed and drained his coffee. ‘Look, Denser, you have to make a full report to Xetesk on this. You know you do. Gods, I don’t suppose they even know Erie

‘Officially, anyway,’ said The Unknown. He stretched his arms above his head, his shoulder muscles bunching, shirt stitching pulling.

‘One more thing,’ said Ilkar. ‘This is going to spread. The rumours about Lya

‘We can’t afford a conflict so let’s tread a little carefully, eh?’

Denser shrugged and his mouth twitched up at the corners. ‘You’re right. I know you’re right. That’s probably why I came here first. I needed a level-headed view. Thanks, Ilkar.’

‘A pleasure. Right, I suggest a day’s rest for you while I sort out my affairs here and make my excuses, then a ride to Dordover and then to Xetesk.’

‘Why Dordover?’ asked Denser.

‘Because Therus is away from Julatsa and you really need to read the prophecy, and that’s where the original lore script and translation are held. Assuming they’ll let you in.’

‘And someone must have seen something of Erie

‘There’s something missing here,’ said Ilkar.

‘Hirad,’ said The Unknown, nodding.

‘We’ll collect him after we’ve been to Xetesk,’ said Denser.

‘It won’t be that simple,’ warned The Unknown. ‘After all, his dragons are still here.’

Hirad kicked sand over the fire outside his single-roomed stone-and-thatch hut and walked into the Choul. It was not ideal, not for a Kaan dragon. The wind echoed down the gaping maw of a cave forty feet wide, spreading a chill in the winter months for which even three dragons nested together could not fully compensate.

What they really needed was the heat and mud of a Kaan dwelling, but for that Hirad had to have builders, ironsmiths and labourers. And as with so much that concerned the saviours of Balaia, people simply turned their backs and chose to forget.

To a point, Hirad understood. Half a day’s ride away in Blackthorne, the Baron still struggled to rebuild his dismembered town. And he alone had sent people to help make the mountain as comfortable as it could be. At least Hirad had a roof separate to that of the Kaan, and a lean-to stable for his nervous horse.

Lighting a lantern, Hirad turned the wick low, aware that his dwindling oil supply would force a trip to Blackthorne before long. Increasingly, he was anxious at leaving the dragons, even for a day and a night. One day, hunters would attack while he was gone.

Walking into the Choul, Hirad pulled his furs tight about him. It was a cold night, unseasonably so, and rain had fallen for much of the day. He yearned for a warm i

The stench of dragon filled his nostrils. Undeniably reptilian, it was layered with wood and oil and a sour taint that he knew was exhaled from huge lungs. It wasn’t a smell you could ignore but it could be endured. Around a sweeping shallow bend, widened by Blackthorne’s men, was a low, domed cavern, big enough for ten dragons. In its centre lay three, and their enormity staggered Hirad no less than it had the first time.

An initial glance revealed a mass of golden scales, moving with indrawn breaths and glittering faintly in the lantern light. A second glance, along with a boosting of the lantern wick, revealed three Kaan dragons. Nos- and Hyn-Kaan lay to either flank, tails coiled, necks laid inwards, bodies dwarfing Hirad as he watched, wings furled tight, claws skittering against the rough floor, tiny movements giving great comfort.

And in their midst, fully a quarter and more their size again, lay Sha-Kaan, Great Kaan of his Brood, exiled by choice to save two dimensions. His head lifted as Hirad entered the Choul and his one-hundred-and-twenty-foot body rippled along its ageing, dulling golden length. Hirad walked to the Great Kaan, standing before the mouth that could swallow him whole.

‘I trust you enjoyed your meal, Hirad Coldheart,’ rumbled Sha-Kaan, voice sounding only in Hirad’s head.

‘Yes, thank you, it was an unexpected feast,’ replied the barbarian, recalling the sheep Sha-Kaan had deposited outside his hut, undamaged but for a neatly broken neck.

‘When we can, we provide,’ said Sha-Kaan.

‘Though the farmer might right rue the fact you chose his flock.’ Hirad smiled.

‘Surely a small price for our continuing sacrifice.’ Sha-Kaan did not share Hirad’s humour.

The barbarian’s smile faded and his heart beat a flurry as unsettling thoughts crowded his head for an instant. He stared deep into Sha-Kaan’s eyes and saw in them an intense sadness, like grief at a loss; the kind of enduring emptiness The Unknown spoke of when his link with the Protectors was severed.