Wizard's First Rule - Terry Goodkind [355]
“Darken Rahl stole your egg, didn’t he?”
Scarlet pulled back. She blinked at him, then threw her head back, jaws wide. An earsplitting roar made the scales on her throat vibrate. Fire shot skyward in a booming blast. The sound echoed off the cliff walls, causing little rock slides.
Scarlet’s head whipped back to him, smoke rising from the nostrils. “What do you know about that!”
“I know that a proud creature such as you would not subject herself to such demeaning duties, except for one reason. To protect something important. Like her young.”
“So you know. That will not save you,” she snarled.
“I also know where Darken Rahl is keeping your egg.”
“Where!” Richard had to dive to the side to avoid the flames. “Tell me where it is!”
“I thought you wanted to eat me now.”
One eye came close. “Someone should teach you not to be flippant,” she rumbled.
“Sorry, Scarlet. It’s a bad habit that has brought me to grief in the past. Look, if I help you get your egg back, then Rahl would have no hold on you. If I could do that, would it be worth helping me?”
“Helping you how?”
“Well, you fly Rahl around. That’s what I need. I need you to fly me around for a few days, help me look for some friends of mine, so I can protect them from Rahl. I need to be able to cover a lot of ground, search a lot of area. I think if I could do it from the sky, like a bird, I could find them, and have enough time to stop Rahl.”
“I don’t like flying men about. It’s humiliating.”
“Six days from now, it will all be over, one way or another. If you help me, that’s all I would need. After that, it won’t matter, one way or the other. How long will you have to serve Rahl if you don’t help me?”
“All right. Tell me where my egg is, and I will let you go. Let you live.”
“How would you know I was telling the truth? I could just invent a place, to save myself.”
“Like dragons, real Seekers have honor. That much I know. So, if you really know, tell me and I will free you.”
“No.”
“No!” Scarlet roared. “What do you mean ‘No’?”
“I don’t care about my life. Just as you, I care about things more important. If you want me to help you get your egg back, then you will have to agree to help me save the ones I care about. We will get the egg first, then you help me. I think it more than a fair trade. The life of your offspring, in exchange for flying me about for a few days.”
Scarlet’s piercing yellow eye came close to his face; her ears swiveled forward. “And how do you know that once I have my egg, I will keep my end of the bargain?”
“Because,” Richard whispered, “you know what it is like to fear for the safety of another, and you have honor. I have no choice. I don’t know any other way to save my friends from living the rest of their lives as you are living now—under the heel of Darken Rahl. I will be putting my life at great risk to save your egg. I believe you to be a creature of honor. I will trust your word, with my life.”
Scarlet gave a snort, backing away a little, peering at him. She folded her huge wings against herself. Her tail swished about, knocking stones and a few small boulders skidding across the ground. Richard waited. One arm came forward; a single black-tipped talon, thick as his leg, sharp as his sword point, hooked through the sword’s baldric, gave a snug pull. Her head came close.
“Bargain struck. On your honor, on mine,” Scarlet hissed. “But I have not given my word I will not eat you at the end of the six days.”
“If you help me save my friends, and stop Rahl, I don’t care what you do to me after that.” Scarlet snorted. “Are short-tailed gars a threat to dragons?”
The dragon unhooked her talon from him. “Gars.” She spat the name. “I have eaten enough of them. They are no match for me, not unless there were eight of ten together, but gars don’t like to gather together in numbers, so that’s not a problem.”
“It’s a problem now. When I saw your egg, there were