Fistandantilus Reborn - Douglas Niles [48]
Though they were inside, apparently at a place of safety, each of the men was armed.
And one of them stood out from the rest, a man who was well groomed, young, and handsome. He regarded the others with a tolerant gaze, and Flayze sensed that, despite his apparent youthfulness, this was the leader.
Something about the young man compelled the dragon’s attention more firmly, and Flayze sensed the hot pulse of blood and magic, a cadence that was pounding beneath the stiff leather armor of the human’s shirt. Finally the dragon’s perspective fell further, through that material, and he beheld the bloodstone. The gem seemed huge, and he could sense its power-and its link to the skull that still rested upon the dragon’s head.
These ruffians were an interesting lot, Flayze decided. Someday before too long he would seek them out, perhaps to kill them or take the bloodstone. Yet he felt a reluctance as he considered those options, a sense that the skull did not want him to attack-at least, not in a way that could endanger the precious stone. On the other hand, the wyrm might try to find a way the men could be useful to him.
Abruptly his attention shifted, pulled back from the bloodstone, out of the manor house and across the valleys of Kharolis. Soon he had the sensation of diving downward, sweeping along the banks of a shallow river until he hovered over a small village, a place of humans.
His attention was riveted upon a large house in the center of that village. There was danger to him there, in that house, a menace that the red dragon could not identify. Yet he knew that it was the skull that was showing him this danger, and the skull that was compelling him to act.
Vaguely he perceived that the danger there was to the skull, not to the dragon, but even that threat was an affront to his draconic pride.
With a growl, Flayze lifted his head, dislodging the skull and breaking the spell that had bound him. He caught the treasure in his claws, setting it back upon the natural dais he had found for it. He was restless, uneasy, mystified by what he had seen. The men in the manor, he suspected, had a role to play in his future. Someday he would find them and bend mem to his will.
But before then, there was the matter of the village. All sorts of alarming notions had stampeded through the dragon’s mind when he beheld the place. Flayzeranyx didn’t understand the nature of the danger, but he recognized a threat when he saw one. And with that recognition came the drive for action.
The village would have to be destroyed.
CHAPTER 17
A Day of Fire
374 AC
Fourth Misham, Paleswelt Danyal scooted down the ladder from the straw-bedded loft that served as the bedroom for himself and his brother Wain. Wain, and Danyal’s mother and father as well, were already outside tending to chores-milking the cow, getting the sheep into pasture, perhaps gathering turtles from the traps by the stream bank.
The lad felt an almost guilty thrill of pleasure as he thought of his own personal duties. His “chore” today was to go fishing, to bring home enough plump trout for the evening meal-and more, if possible. It was useful business, to be sure, valuable to his family and the rest of the little village of Waterton. But more importantly, fishing was about Danyal’s favorite thing to do in all Krynn.
Of course, the lad did his share of the other chores as well. Though Bartrane Thwait was the most important man in the whole village, he made sure that his sons, Wain and Danyal, worked as hard as anyone else.
They took turns helping with the traps, gathering potatoes from the field, tending the sheep, and milking the lone cow that was the most obvious sign of the Thwait family’s exalted status in the community.
And the boys took turns doing the fishing, Danyal reminded himself.
He shouldn’t feel remorse just because