02 Alta by Lackey Mercedes

Author:Lackey, Mercedes [Mercedes, Lackey,]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-04-10T20:50:17.642000+00:00

KIRON was not ready for despair, but despair followed its own laws, and arrived on tattered wings. It came on the wind, spreading in a sound that no one in all of Alta had ever heard before, a keening wail of a cry that broke the heart before anyone even knew the cause. It engulfed them, took them, shook them. The sound struck all three of them like blows of a lance; all three of them gasped as one. Kiron rose, but it was Aket-ten who was halfway to the door before he was halfway to his feet. The wail led him to the source, hard on her heels, with Heklatis not far behind, to the dragonets' pens--to Toreth's pen-- --to where Toreth's dragon Re-eth-katen stood, blue-black head pointed skyward, silver-blue neck outstretched, wailing her unbearable loss to an uncaring sky. --to where Toreth lay, sprawled half out of his cot, eyes wide with fear and fixed in death. "Toreth!" Kiron wailed himself, and started for his friend. "Wait!" Heklatis barked, throwing out an arm to stop him, halting him in his tracks. Just in time, as the head of the largest cobra that Kiron had ever seen rose up out of the blanket half covering Toreth's body. It hissed, and flared its hood, daring all of them--because by now, the doorway was crowded with people--to come any closer. The dragon went silent. In the silence, the cobra rose farther above Toreth's body and swayed back and forth. There was a murmur of fear, and as the cobra bent forward, they all moved involuntarily back. "The sign of the gods--" someone muttered at the back of the crowd. "Don't touch it!" cried someone else. "It is sacred to the gods!" "Not my gods," said Heklatis impatiently. He looked around swiftly, seized a sling and a handful of pellets from the weapon rack against the wall, and before anyone could stop him, let fly. It was either the best, or the luckiest shot that Kiron had ever seen in his life, for it hit the cobra right in the head. The snake tumbled off Toreth's body, and Heklatis made sure of the beast a moment later. He dashed across the intervening space, and crushed what was left of the head and hood beneath his sandal. No one else moved. Not even Kiron, who felt as if he was paralyzed and could not have moved to save his own life. It was Heklatis who tenderly draped the blanket over Toreth's face, then picked up the body of the prince, blanket and all, and carried it out. Kiron had no idea that the bandy-legged little Healer was so strong; he carried the burden as if it was nothing. The crowd parted before him, and closed up behind him, but still, no one moved except to get out of the Healer's way. "The sign of the gods--" someone else murmured. But all Kiron could think was--I was in that chamber before he came back. There was no snake there, and there is no way for a snake to get past his dragon.

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