Elfsong - Elaine Cunningham [58]
Danilo took a deep breath and began to sing the words to the Ballad of Grimnoshtadrano,adding a new stanza that outlined his demands.
"Now what?" the dwarf asked when the song was done.
"We wait," the Harper responded. "In a few minutes, I'll sing it again."
They waited for nearly an hour, and Danilo sang the challenge several times, before their patience was rewarded.
A huge, winged creature came into view over the clearing. Grimnoshtadrano swooped down along the bank of Unicorn Run, his enormous batlike wings curved to catch the play of sun-warmed air rising from the river. With astonishing grace, the dragon landed lightly on the bank nearby, and he walked toward the clearing on all fours. The three terrified horses tore free of their bindings and raced off down the path. Their riders scarcely noticed.
Danilo watched the dragon's approach with awe. He had never seen a dragon before, and Grimnoshtadrano was not the creature of legend he'd expected. Danilo had always pictured a dragon as a hulking monster, an imposing presence, deadly but rather ponderous. Rather like his Uncle Khelben, now that he thought of it. Grimnosh was certainly huge-Dan guessed that the dragon was a good eighty feet from snout to tail tip-but he was beautiful and exceedingly graceful, and his long slender tail twirled in the air above him in constant sinuous motion. The dragon moved through the underbrush as silently as any other forest creature. His scales didn't clank like some reptilian version of plate armor, and their surfaces reflected every shade of green in the forest. As the dragon approached, Danilo noted that his coloring changed to match the foliage around him. Apparently Grimnosh could change color at will also, for when the dragon fully entered the clearing his scales took on the brilliant gemlike shades of emerald, jade, and malachite. Crown jewels, Danilo noted, and the analogy fit the regal creature.
When Grimnoshtadrano was fully in the clearing, he began to circle the three adventurers like a wolf closing in, studying them all the while. His eyes were golden green, slashed by vertical pupils and bright with a cold, alien intelligence.
"Well?" the dragon inquired. His voice was a deep, inhuman rumble that reminded Danilo of the reverberation of a kettledrum. Setting aside his lute, the Harper rose to his feet and bowed deeply to the dragon.
"Well met, noble Grimnoshtadrano. I am Danilo Thann of Waterdeep, Harper and bard, and these are my companions, bards both. You know what we seek from the words of my song."
"This little trifle, I believe?" Grimnosh sat back on his haunches, and with a forepaw he removed a large bag slung over one of his horns. From it he pulled a roll of parchment. He laid it on the ground in front of him, and then placed beside it a small golden cask. With the tip of his tail he flicked open the latch and lifted the lid to reveal a hoard of sparkling gems. "You are prepared to earn this?"
"My talents do not run to riddles," Danilo said. "I have brought you a more worthy opponent."
Vartain rose, his bald head held high. "I am Vartain of Calimport, a riddlemaster trained in the Mulhorand tradition. I have traveled from southern Shaar to Waterdeep, from the western Moonshaes to the eastern lands of Rashemen, collecting riddles and stories from a hundred kingdoms. From these, I have compiled a three-volume collection of riddles housed with honor in the libraries of Candlekeep. I am a scholar of languages both modern and forgotten, the latter so that I might plumb the wealth of earlier ages. Since an active life offers puzzles as well, I have aided the cause of many a famed explorer and adventurer. Modesty forbids that I name or number them."
"I can see that it would," the dragon agreed with a touch of sarcasm in his rumbling voice. "Welcome to the forest, Vartain of Calimport. It isn't often that I'm gifted with such a challenge. You must give me a minute to think, that I might put forth a riddle worthy of your talents."
"First, great Grimnoshtadrano,