The Scarlet Dragon by Lucia Ashta

Author:Lucia Ashta [Ashta, Lucia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Awaken to Peace Press
Published: 2017-10-18T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

Two days passed, and while Marcelo was out of bed shuffling across the castle, Sylvia was not. Since Marcelo woke, he barely left Sylvia’s side, and did so only when Mordecai insisted that he get some rest or eat. If Marcelo wasn’t with the firedrake, then Mordecai was. The ancient magician’s concern for his companion had increased exponentially since things hadn’t gone in the order he anticipated they would.

We had all assumed that the firedrake, a powerful mythical creature, was better able to withstand Count Washur’s attack of darkness. Obviously, we were wrong.

When I entered the room Mordecai had chosen for Sylvia’s convalescence, I walked into the middle of a conversation. The room was full of concerned and questioning glances, all wondering why the strong firedrake still slept.

“She’ll need to eat soon, Mordecai. Or she’ll need some kind of nourishment. It’s been too long for her without food or water,” Grand-mère said. She brought Mathieu with her to check on Sylvia’s condition, and the other firedrake was forlorn, softly whining and whimpering at Sylvia, in the manner that I’d seen the dogs at Norland Manor do many times. If I didn’t believe that Sylvia could wake up, I would have thought that Mathieu was already mourning a fate he considered inevitable.

Mordecai sighed loudly with one jingle of his beard, and rubbed his old hands along his face. “How long has it been since she ate?” he said to no one in particular as he stood and began pacing the length of the room.

“It’s been five days since we left Bundry for Washur Castle, Lord Mordecai,” came the squeaky voice. I looked toward the window. I hadn’t noticed Sir Lancelot there. Only Brave and Gertrude were missing from the chambers.

“How could it have only been five days?” I muttered to myself, but Sir Lancelot heard me.

“We left Bundry in the dark of night, arrived in Washur by daybreak, fought most of the day, and then fled for Dillbasin. We arrived there past midnight. That’s one day.”

“That’s a very long day.” And a horrific one, I left out.

Sir Lancelot nodded, but continued. “Then we waited for word of Lady Ariadne’s brother, Lord Gustave, in Dillbasin. When it was certain he wasn’t coming, we left and arrived here by the setting of the sun.” That was another day, and another terrible one. Count Washur had very nearly done away with Brave and me, and Gertrude and Sir Lancelot along with us.

“Count Bundry awoke the next morning. And now, here we are, two days later, and Sylvia is still lost to us.”

“Thank you for that accounting, Sir Lancelot,” Mordecai said, his voice laden with exhaustion, and something else. Despair perhaps, but not likely. A man who’d lived as long as Mordecai had surely learned by experience to accept losses, and potential losses, better than this. Anguish wouldn’t help his patient, and he knew it. Whatever it was, the old magician dismissed it. “If it’s been five days since we first left Bundry, and Sylvia was traveling from Irele to here the whole day before, it may be a week since she has fed.

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