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“Fight?” Alise asked him gently. “Fight what?”

“What?” Sedric asked, startled.Advertisement

“Fight—together, fight. No. No.”

Thymara stood absolutely still. She had begun to think the silver had no intelligence beyond animal instinct. It was almost a shock to hear him speak.

“No fight?” Alise said as if she were talking to a baby.

“Fight what?” Sedric demanded. “Who’s fighting?”

It was an unwelcome distraction. Thymara caught her breath before she could lose her temper and said quietly, “She isn’t talking to you. The dragon mumbled something and it’s the first time we’ve been aware of him speaking. Alise is trying to talk to him.” She took a breath, recalled her task, and moved the sharp knife steadily through the stiffened flesh at the edges of the wound.

“Concentrate on what you’re doing,” Sedric suggested, and she found herself grateful for his support.

“What’s your name?” Alise said quietly. “Lovely silver one, dragon of the stars’ and moon’s color, what is your name?” She put cajoling music into her voice. Thymara felt a subtle difference in the dragon. He didn’t speak, but it felt as if he were listening.

“What are you doing?” Tats demanded behind Thymara. She jumped but didn’t let the twitch reach her hand.

“What I said I would do. Taking care of the silver.”

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“With a knife?”

“I’m cutting away the proud flesh before we bind it.” She felt a small satisfaction in knowing the right term to use. Tats crouched beside her and surveyed her work intently.

“Still a lot of pus there.”

She felt a moment of annoyance with him, as if he had criticized her, but then he offered, “Let’s clean it again. I’ll go get more water.”

“Please,” she said and felt him leave. She carved carefully, and again, as the ridge of dried flesh and clinging scales fell away, Sedric caught it and whisked it out of her way. As she gave the knife back to him, she realized her hands were trembling. “I don’t think we should do anything else until we’ve washed it a bit more,” she suggested.

He was stowing things away in his case, working quickly and carefully, as if that were more important than tending the dragon. She caught a strong smell of vinegar and heard the sound of glass on glass. “Probably not,” he agreed.

She had pushed Alise’s murmuring voice into the back of her awareness. Now she listened as the woman said, “But you’d like to go somewhere, right? Somewhere nice. Go where, little one? Go where?”

The dragon said something. It wasn’t a word, and suddenly Thymara realized that it had never been “words” she had been hearing. Her mind had imposed that reference. The dragon didn’t “say” anything to her, but he remembered something strongly. She recalled a flash of hot sunlight beating on her scaled back; the scent of dust and citrus flowers floated in the air on the distant music of drums and a softly droning pipe.

Just as suddenly as it had come, the sensory image faded, leaving her bereft. There was a place, a kindly place of warmth and food and companionship, a place whose name was lost in time.

“Kelsingra.”

The silver had not spoken. The name came to her from at least two of the other dragons. But it was like a frame falling around a picture. It captured and contained the images the silver had been trying to convey. Kelsingra. That was the name of the place he longed to be. A shiver ran over him, and when it had passed, he felt different to her. Confirmed. Consoled, almost.

“Kelsingra,” Alise repeated in a low and soothing voice. “I know Kelsingra. I know its leaping fountains and spacious city squares. I know its stone steps and the wide doors of its buildings. The river banked with grassy meadows, and the well of silver water. The Elderlings with their flowing robes and golden eyes used to come to greet the dragons as they landed in the river.”

Alise’s words fed the silver dragon’s coalescing awareness. Without thinking about it, Thymara reached to put a hand on the creature’s back. For a fleeting moment, she sensed him, like brushing hands with a stranger in a market crowd. They did not speak with words, but shared a longing for a place.

“But not here!” he said plaintively, and Alise murmured, “No, dear, of course not here. Kelsingra. That is where you belong. That is where we have to take you.”

“Kelsingra!”

“Kelsingra!”

The shouts of agreement from other dragons took Thymara by surprise. She had been crouching by the silver’s tail. She rose to her feet now and became aware that the dragons had finished eating. Another one suddenly stood briefly on his hind legs, roared “Kelsingra!” and came down with a thud. pqdm.com