Wizard's First Rule - Terry Goodkind [354]
“What have we here?” came a decidedly female voice. “A tasty treat?”
Richard sprang to his feet and drew the sword, sending its ring into the air.
“I need your help.”
“Only too glad to help you, little man. But not until after I eat you.”
“I’m warning you, stay back! This sword has magic.”
“Magic!” the dragon gasped in mock fright. It put a claw to its breast. “Oh, please, brave man, don’t slay me with your magic sword!” It made a smoky rumble that Richard took for laughter.
Richard kept the sword out, but felt suddenly foolish. “You intend to eat me, then?”
“Well, I must admit, more for the amusement than the taste.”
“I had heard red dragons were an independent sort, but that you are little more than a lapdog to Darken Rahl.” A ball of flame boiled from the mouth, rising into the air. “I thought you might like to be free of your bonds, and be independent once more.”
The head, bigger than he, Richard was frightened to note, came closer, to within a few yards. Its ears swiveled forward. A glossy red tongue, split at the end like a snake’s, slithered out toward him, making a curious investigation. Richard held the sword out of the way as the tongue raked up his body from his crotch to his throat. It was a gentle touch, for a dragon, yet it knocked him back a few steps.
“And how would a little man like you be able to do that?”
“I’m trying to stop Darken Rahl, kill him. If you helped me, then you would be free.”
The dragon threw its head up, smoke puffing from its nostrils as it rumbled in laughter. The ground shook. It looked down at him, blinked, then threw its head back again, rumbling in laughter once more.
The rumbling died out and the head returned, the eyebrows bunching up in an angry frown. “I don’t think so. I don’t think I would like to put my fate in a little man like you. I would rather put my future in continuing to serve Master Rahl.” It made a grunt, blowing small clouds of dust away to the sides at Richard’s feet. “The entertainment is over. Time for my tasty treat.”
“All right. I’m prepared to die.” Richard had to think of a stall, to give himself time to think. Why would a red dragon be at the service of Darken Rahl? “But before you eat me, may I tell you something first?”
“Speak,” the dragon snorted. “But make it short.”
“I’m from Westland. I’ve never seen a dragon before. I always thought they would be fearsome creatures, and I must admit, you certainly are fearsome, but there is one thing I wasn’t prepared for.”
“And what would that be?”
“You are, without a doubt, the most stunningly beautiful creature I have ever seen.”
It was the truth. Despite the deadly nature of it, it was strikingly beautiful. The neck of the dragon made itself into an S shape as it pulled its head back, blinking in surprise. The eyes frowned a little, doubting.
“It’s true,” Richard said. “I’m to be eaten, I have no reason to lie. You are beautiful. I never thought I would see anything as magnificent as you. Do you have a name?”
“Scarlet.”
“Scarlet. What a lovely name. Are all red dragons as stunning as you, or are you special?”
Scarlet put a claw to her breast. “That would not be for me to say.” The head snaked its way toward him again. “I have never had a man I was about to eat tell me such a thing.”
An idea began forming in Richard’s mind. He put the sword back in its scabbard. “Scarlet, I know a creature as proud as you would not be at the beck of anyone, much less one as demanding as Darken Rahl, unless there was terrible need. You are too beautiful and noble a creature for that.”
Scarlet’s head floated closer. “Why would you say such things to me?”
“Because I believe in the truth. I think you do too.”
“What is your name?”
“Richard Cypher. I am the Seeker.”
Scarlet put a black-tipped talon to her teeth. “Seeker.” She frowned. “I don’t believe I’ve ever eaten a Seeker before.” A strange,