Dragon School: Dark Night by Sarah K. L. Wilson

Author:Sarah K. L. Wilson [Wilson, Sarah K. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sarah K. L. Wilson
Published: 2018-05-21T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

“We need to go,” I said. “The Ifrits are almost through the door. Whether we plan to run or surrender, the Dominar needs to be moved to a pallet for transport.”

They looked at each other before nodding and stepping aside. They both looked worn and haunted, like there wasn’t much life left in them.

“Lieutenant Iskaris has decided to surrender, then?” one of them asked.

I shrugged. “Can we use the pallet you brought him on?’

“No, but we can use the tick mattress on the bed if we use the rope lattice from the old pallet.”

I followed him to the bloody, discarded pallet. He was right. The ropes were the only salvageable part of it. Together, we detached them from the rest of the makeshift rig, took Hubric’s mattress off the narrow bed and laid it in the net of ropes and tied it in, rushing to cover it with the sheets and blankets of the bed. Would we have enough supplies with us, like bandages and water?

Savette packed up a few things for our saddlebags. Hurry.

“Have you seen Ifrits before?” the Dragoon asked me as we worked. “You looked like you knew how to fight them.”

“We’ve been encountering them for the past few weeks,” I said. No need to get into details while we hurried. “There. I think that will hold him. Can you two carry him from the bed to the pallet?”

They nodded and lifted him carefully from one to the other, his mask never shifting. We tied one of the ropes around him to keep him from falling and tried to make it as comfortable as possible.

“Have you seen anyone surrender to them before?” the Dragoon asked.

I paused. “No one really has time for that. They usually die before they have a chance.”

He nodded grimly, as if he had expected that. Why was he willing to surrender, knowing what it meant?

No more time for chitter chatter. I’m outside the door. Bring the Dominar.

“Can you lift the pallet?” I asked the Dragoons. “Follow me.”

We rushed out of the room to the chaos beyond.

“What are you doing? Return your liege to his room!” Iskaris yelled as we emerged, but Raolcan was already barrelling past him, skidding to a stop in front of us.

“Load the pallet on Raolcan,” I said, ignoring Iskaris. “Try to balance it on the saddle between his shoulders.”

“Not hanging from the side?” the Dragoon who had asked about the Ifrits asked. He looked nervously at Iskaris, but his mouth was set in a hard line and I knew he was with me on this. This was the only hope of saving the life of our ruler.

Jakvar. That’s the Dragoon’s name.

“It’s too narrow where we are going. He needs to be up top, so we can squeeze through tight spaces.”

“I said stop!” Iskaris said, shoving Ashana out of his path. She recovered her balance, drawing a long knife from her belt and lowering into a fighting stance.

“Surrender is death, Lieutenant,” she called back. “We have only one option. We flee and possibly save the life of our Domianar, or we all die.

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