The Dragons of Fyre by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Format: epub
Published: 2010-02-13T06:55:32+00:00

Chapter Three

Lagon left the dragon pens and strode to the tannery to check the progress of the blue pelt. The huge skin had been divided into four large segments and a number of smaller ones. He smiled. The wizards would be pleased. When he told them there would be a red pelt in the spring they would grant him all he desired.

“How soon can the hides be delivered?” he asked.

“In three days,” the master tanner said.

Lagon turned and walked to the tower. He strode up the stairs and pounded on the doors of the young men from the towers subject to his rule. “Get up and prepare for a mating flight this afternoon.”

The fourth room on this level was empty. The heir of High Peaks should have been there but the boy had been useless. Lagon touched the blue stone in his earlobe. The sale of the boy to the slavers had brought this gem and a promise from the wizards that Lagon’s heir would be born of a woman from High Peaks.

The doors of the rooms belonging to the three heirs opened. The young men stepped into the hall. “My lord, we eagerly await your command.” They spoke in unison.

Lagon smiled. How well he had trained them. “The Sea Cliff red rises this afternoon. I invite you to join my blue in the flight.” He met their eager gazes. “Who knows, perhaps one of your dragons will outpace mine.”

“Never, my lord.” Again they spoke as one.

“You must try so the flight is a good one.”

The oldest of the three glanced at his companions. “Will we have slaves for the after flight time?”

Lagon nodded. “That can be arranged unless you would rather watch me initiate the woman I intend to impregnate. Come to the speakers’ room after the midday meal. The flight will take place then.”

He left them and went to the baths for a lengthy soak. From there he reviewed the tallies of the produce from the farms and checked the number of sacks of thorns and berries in the storeroom. There were enough to last through spring if few flights were flown. The condition of the hedges bothered him. Could he persuade the slavers to bring seeds from the temple of Fyre to replenish the bushes of four towers? That was something to consider when he brought the pelts to them.

He joined the other speakers in the dining room and ate a hearty meal. A full stomach seemed to dull the headache caused by the poisons in the tea. How long could he tolerate the increased intensity of the pain? No dragon speaker lived more than forty years. He must live until his son was born and grown.

His thoughts turned to Arana. In just a short time her body would be his to mark. He would taste her breasts and do to her all the things he had imagined. Once she drank the tea and flew with the red she would have no ability to resist him when the flight ended.

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