DragonKnight by Donita K. Paul

Author:Donita K. Paul
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Christian, Fantasy fiction, Juvenile Fiction, General, Fiction, Fantasy, Religious fiction, Dragons, Religious
ISBN: 9781400072507
Publisher: WaterBrook Press
Published: 2006-06-20T07:24:18.519569+00:00

29

THE LOVELY N’RAE

Squire Bardon traversed the length of the castle, using corridors he had roamed for much of the three years he spent under Sir Dar’s tutelage. During the long walk, he found an empty room and ducked inside. In the privacy of this unused classroom, he ran his fingers through his hair, covering his ears. He wet his fingers from a pitcher of water on the master’s desk, then patted the hair down in the style he had abandoned since leaving for his sabbatical.

With a chary look both ways, he reentered the corridor. Deserted halls attested that classes had ended for the day. As he hurried through the wing that housed a small college, Scribe Moran appeared out of a classroom and headed his way.

Great! I haven’t thought of a principle all day. I couldn’t run through a girder exercise right now if I tried. I haven’t bothered to support each action with a principle for weeks.

“Bardon!” said Scribe Moran with surprise. “I didn’t know you had returned. You’ve made your decision so soon? Odd, I would have thought you were one to take the entire year.”

“I have not started my sabbatical, Master.” Bardon stopped beside the tumanhofer scholar. “I ran across two women who needed assistance. We are on a quest.”

“Ah,” said the short, round man as he stroked his gray beard. “And you have come to enlist Sir Dar?”

“That would have been convenient, but no, I somehow ended up with a ragtag bunch of orphans and needed a place of sanctuary for them.”

“You’ve found that sanctuary with Sir Dar?”

“Yes, Master.”

“And your quest?”

“We continue tomorrow.”

The tumanhofer scribe patted Bardon’s arm. “You say you haven’t started your sabbatical. I wouldn’t be so sure of that, my boy.”

He chuckled, bent his head, and resumed his shuffle down the corridor.

Now, what did that mean? A sabbatical is supposed to be a time of reflection. I certainly haven’t had time to think about what I’m going to do with my life. At least he didn’t ask me to run through today’s girder.

Bardon went to his room in a foul mood, bathed, dressed, and groomed his hair. Before he ventured out again, he looked in the mirror and made sure his hair covered his ears.

Imagine Librettowit getting married. His face relaxed. And Dar may be able to reach Regidor and send him to join us. He smiled. And Kale is beautiful and talented. I knew that. His lips parted, and his eyes turned into half moons with laugh wrinkles radiating out.

He nodded to the image in the mirror and left his room. He quickened his step when he finally reached the dining suites. Turning a corner, he nearly ran into a woman being escorted by a courtier.

“Excuse me.” He stepped to the side.

“Bardon,” the lovely young emerlindian said, “you’re going the wrong way.”

The squire looked sharply at the couple. The courtier he knew as Trum Aspect, an o’rant dignitary promoting trade with the southern continent. The young lady, he had never—

“N’Rae?”

She smiled, let go of her escort’s arm, and twirled.

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