Books of Barakhai - The Beasts of BarakhaiZylas abandoned his repast, red eyes positively glowing with excitement. "So you once had dragons in your world, too?"
The rat/man looked so happy, Collins hated to disappoint him, but he would not lie. "Only in myth and fairy tale, I'm afraid."
The light died in Zylas' eyes, and he returned to eating.
"Sixty million years before people, we did have dinosaurs. Those were giant lizards, some of which bore a resemblance to dragons."
"Really." Zylas spoke around a mouthful of bug. "Did they use magic?"
"Most had brains about the size of your lunch." Collins addressed the question more directly, "It seems highly unlikely."
Zylas made a wordless noise.
Collins returned to his point, "Anyway, in the stories, dragons keep h.o.a.rds of shiny treasure which they guard fiercely."
"It has to be shiny?"
"Apparently." The details of legend seemed unimportant to Collins.
Zylas shook out his fur. "Well, that's not like dragons here. At least, it's not like the one I know. She doesn't have much interest in ... material things, except as they pertain to causes."
"That's good to know." Collins could not see a long-term use for the knowledge. "If I ever write a story or start role-playing again, I'll keep that in mind."
Zylas finished the beetle, licked his paws, then cleaned his face with them.
Collins returned the leftover rations to the pack. Zylas waited only until he shoved it aside to ask, "Ready?"
"For what?" Collins asked cautiously.
"To learn the inside of the castle."
"No," Collins said, settling down on his b.u.t.tocks. He doubted his answer mattered, however.
True to Collins' hunch, Zylas began. "The lowest floor contains the storerooms and dungeons ..."
The lesson droned on for hours while Falima continued to graze outside and Ialin made occasional buzzing appearances. Benton Collins got his first break when Prinivere appeared at the entrance. The green-gray scales looked ruffled, the leathern wings droopy, the ancient eyes dull. She dragged wearily back into the cave, finding her sleeping corner, and flopped to the ground.
Zylas abandoned his lesson in the middle of a sentence and rushed to the dragon's side. Ialin fluttered in after her, hovering at her eye level.
Savoring a few moments alone, Collins sighed and remained in place, unable to hear their exchange.
His head whirled with information: kitchens and workshops on the ground floor, above underground storage rooms, food cellars, and the dungeons. The second story held the library and great dining hall, the third the servants' quarters. Every floor had what Collins understood to be a primitive bathroom, translated as "garde-robe." Apparently, both dragon spell and translation stone considered it an English word, though he had never heard it before. He imagined it had not entered common American parlance; though, with their known penchant for fart, belch, and bathroom humor, it would have worked well there.
Zylas described it rather like a park potty: a thigh-high platform with a hole in it. The rat/man seemed to think it might prove a suitable portal for entry, escape, or for secreting the magical crystal. Though not averse to tossing the stone down the hole, Collins would rather eat bugs than retrieve it afterward. And using it as an exit was not even a remote possibility.
Zylas knew nothing about the two uppermost floors because of their warding against switchers, but he surmised they held the private quarters of the royals. The roof was crenellated, with crossbowmen and ballistae protecting it, and the winding stairwell proceeded a story higher, to a trapdoor that opened onto the top of a guard tower. Heavy ironbound oak doors opened onto each floor and the roof in both directions, though the four to the two upper stories did not admit switchers. Apparently, if a commonerso much as touched it, the door would sound an alarm and latch up tight.
Unable to put any logical explanation to such a system, Collins had to a.s.sume magic. Unless other portals exist, and folks from civilizations more advanced than ours have come. He shoved the thought aside. Zylas would know that. Hard enough accepting magic. Do I have to put some Planet of the Apes twist on this? Collins had once read that "advanced science is virtually indistinguishable from magic." The average man on the street could not explain how a toaster or a microwave worked, and a significant portion of the population considered the simple running of electricity through wires a miracle too technical for understanding. He himself found the concept of fax transmission fascinating and incomprehensible. The source doesn't matter. I just need to know how it works on the macro level.
Shortly, Zylas returned, translation stone clutched in his jaws. He scurried up Collins' arm to his shoulder and spit out the quartz to speak directly into the man's ear. "She says she just needs a short nap.
Then she should be strong enough to return home."
"Home?"
"A different cave," Zylas explained. "She has several residences. Safer." He pawed the rose quartz into a more secure position. "Better you know as few as possible, too."
Collins nodded agreement, then glanced at his watch. It read a couple of minutes until noon. "You'd better get off me. A full-grown man would definitely put a strain on my rotator cuff."
"Don't worry. I'm going." The last syllable was m.u.f.fled by the translation stone, and Zylas scrambled to the floor. He settled himself by the pack to wait.
Knowing his companion would emerge from his switch-form naked, Collins politely turned his back.
Experience told him it was unnecessary. Accustomed to the change from birth, the Barakhains apparently did not view nudity as a vulnerable state the way full-time humans did. But the gesture made Collins feel more comfortable and respectful, and his discussion with Falima made it clear that embarra.s.sment could be reawakened by the wrong stare.
Stealing the few moments during which the change distracted his companion, Collins left the cave.
Clouds pulled like lace across the sun, dimming it to caramel. Falima whinnied a soft greeting. Flies settled in a line along her spine, and the skin of her legs wriggled to dislodge others. Scraggly mountain gra.s.ses drooped from her lips, growing shorter as she chewed.
Collins clambered up an enormous rock near the cave mouth and looked out over the crags.
Tree-loaded mountains stretched as far as he could see, sunlight glazing their needles and leaves. Peaks and boulders thrust between wide patches of greenery. Absently, he stroked Falima's back, dislodging the flies into angrily buzzing chaos. She swished her tail, black hairs like wires stinging across his bare arm. He shifted to a crouch to avoid another lashing and ma.s.saged the fur behind her ears. Her head sank, eyes closed, as she enjoyed his caress.
Collins shut his own eyes, imagining himself running his hand through the soft, black curtain of Falima's human hair. The strands glided through his fingers like silk while he ma.s.saged the tension from her upper back. He could see himself sliding his hands to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, her turning her head to meet his kiss.
"Ben!" Zylas' voice shattered the guilty pleasure of Collins' reverie.
Startled, Collins jerked, lost his footing on a smear of slime, and plummeted from the back of the rock. The landing jarred through his ankles, and he slapped his hands on the rock to protect his face.
With a surprised whinny, Falima sidled away, eyeing Collins with wary caution.
Collins waited for the pain to fade before peering over the granite at Zylas in man form. "What did you do that for?"
Zylas studied Collins blandly from the shadow of his hat. "I presume my transgression was . . . um . . .
speaking your name?"
Collins stepped around the rock, brushing dirt from his tunic. "The transgression part was sneaking up on us." He glanced at Falima who shifted from hoof to hoof, still watching him with suspicion. "On me."
"You were facing me," Zylas defended. "I thought you saw me."
"I had my eyes closed."
"Ah, my fault." Zylas smiled, clearly meaning none of it. "Falima was right. You are jumpy."
That being self-evident, Collins did not deny it. "Wouldn't you be, too, if you had to do what I'm goingto have to do?"
"Maybe." Zylas continued to pin Collins with his gaze. "But you'll do better calm."
Easy to say. Collins grunted. "Trust me."
Believing Zylas' description of the inside of the castle was firsthand, Collins did not argue. At least Zylas had had rat form to hide behind. Sneaking became much easier for someone the size of Collins' fist.
"What did you want?"
Zylas made a gesture Collins could not fathom. "We need to finish your lesson."
Collins groaned. "Can't we take a little break?" Zylas tensed, glancing around at the sun glimmering from chips of quartz in the rocks, the brilliant blue of the sky, and the spa.r.s.e, delicate clouds. "I suppose so. I just want. . ." He stared off into the distance, stiff and still. "... you ... to succeed."
"Why?" Collins spoke softly, afraid to frighten Zylas away from the truth. It seemed too important to the albino to solely hinge on Collins' survival.
The left corner of Zylas' mouth twitched. "Because I... like you. I want you to make it home safely."
"That's it?" "That's it."
Collins did not believe the answer, though he knew of no reason for Zylas to lie. Experience suggested the rat/man wanted the stone for whatever magic remained in it after Prinivere created the portal. His own cynicism conjured a frown. He rescued me from hanging. He's risked his neck for me several times since. Shouldn't he get something for his effort?
The thought was less comforting than Collins expected. Nameless dread edged through the soothing world he had built with friendships, trust, and the understanding that a way existed for him to go home.
He was missing something that his companions found too obvious to tell him, something he did not even know enough about to ask, something that might determine whether or not he survived the world of Barakhai. A breeze dragged a strand of mouse-brown hair into Collins' eye and sent a wild shiver through him. He only hoped the omission would not prove a fatal one.
Chapter 13.
WITH Zylas pacing like a maniac, Benton Collins found it impossible to enjoy his break, despite the beauty of the day and Falima's soft nose and fur. Jorge Martinez, his lab partner during freshman year, had been fond of the expression "fake it till you make it." For half an hour, Collins tried to follow that advice, ignoring his agitated companion to focus on the calm animal that was his other one. But, over time, Zylas' frenzy became contagious. Falima pranced dangerously, forcing Collins to give her some s.p.a.ce. With a sigh, he headed back into the cave, Zylas following. "Respite finished?"
"Sadly, yes." Collins searched for his memories of the castle's description. He glanced toward the chests; but, deciding he would rather have a backrest than height, chose a seat on the floor near the exit instead. He wriggled backward until his spine touched stone. "What do you want to talk about?"
Zylas removed his hat and pulled white hair away from his face, holding it behind his head. "First, I want to hear your version of the castle, make sure you've got the details. Then we can start discussing strategy."
Collins nodded, simultaneously lauding and cursing Zylas' thoroughness. The constant need to concentrate made him dizzy, but he knew his life might well depend on careful attention to details. He drew a verbal picture of the castle walls and grounds, the moat, the tents and outbuildings in the courtyards, the location of every door and portcullis. As he did so, he tried to put a visual image to his narration, a more difficult process than he expected. Most people learned better from pictures than words, but he had always found his memory worked the opposite way. It made him better at standardized tests, where every concept was reduced to text; but it meant he had to work harder than his peers in the hands-on world of the laboratory.
Collins shifted his focus to wards and guards, then switched to the interior. There, he faltered, requiring Zylas' a.s.sistance to recall which room lay where, who or what he might encounter there, and the best routes to the upper levels which most likely housed the magical crystal. Frustrated, Collins tried to sidetrack Zylas for a few moments. "How do you know so d.a.m.n much about this place?"
"Been there," Zylas said, barely an explanation.
Collins guessed, "Did you work there? A servant, maybe?"
"Vermin? Invited into the castle?" Zylas laughed with a mirth so genuine, Collins could not help joining him.
Ialin zipped into the cave, buzzing frantic circles around Zylas. The laughter broke off abruptly. Zylas sprang to his feet, expression tense, edgy, with a touch of fear.
"What?" Collins also rose, but Zylas waved him back and silent. The albino crept toward the cave mouth, head c.o.c.ked.
Suddenly, a hound bayed, the sound close.
Collins jumped, heart hammering.
Zylas charged from the cave toward Falima. "Get the lady out!"
Out? Out where? Uncertain whether Zylas intended the command for him or for Ialin, Collins rantoward the dragon. Before he reached her, a brown-and-white dog bounded into the cave, barking madly. Toenails scrabbled against stone as it attempted to stop. Instead, it skidded, long legs buckling, ears flopping. It bashed into a chest, which sent the dog caroming practically into the dragon's lap.
Prinivere jerked awake, wings unfolding, a hiss escaping her ma.s.sive mouth between rows of pointed teeth. Whatever she actually ate, nature clearly intended her to be a carnivore.
The dog let out a squeak of surprise, followed by a string of desperate whimpers. It scuttled backward, bashing into Collins' legs, then rolled its eyes to him in terror and hope. Thrown to a crouch, Collins met the dog's gaze and recognized him instantly. "Korfius!" He dropped to his knees.
Still loosing panting whines, the dog crawled onto Collins' legs.
"Zylas, it's Korfius." Collins petted the dog all over, as it tried to fit its entire body onto him.
Zylas hauled Falima into the cave. "I don't see or hear any more dogs. He's either way ahead of a pack or alone." He glanced wildly around the cave. "When's his change time?"
Collins glanced at his watch, which read nearly 1:00. He recalled how Korfius had switched forms in his arms while hiding in Vernon's false wall. "I'd say just about now."
"Now?" Zylas leaped to Collins' side with an abruptness that sent Falima into a half-rear. "We've got to get him out before-" He grabbed the dog by the nape of the neck, and Korfius let out a startled yelp.
Zylas pulled, dragging the dog from Collins' lap. Korfius' dark eyes implored Collins. He planted his feet against stone, and Zylas struggled to move him. "Help me here, would you?"
Collins stood, uncertain exactly what to do. Korfius threw his head back and forth, trying to break free of Zylas' grip, which tightened as he surely worried about getting bitten. Korfius' form blurred.
Zylas cursed.
Falima whinnied tensely, then bolted from the cave.
Zylas let out a string of curses, which translated strangely as everything from bodily functions, to disasters, mythical creatures, and filth. He let go.
Korfius writhed as his forelegs became arms, features grew or disappeared, fur receded. Soon, a naked boy on all fours replaced the dog form, stammering a single word, "Dr-dr-dr-dr-dragon. It's a dragon." He looked directly at Collins. "I saw a dragon." He whipped his head to Zylas. "A real dragon."
Finally, he turned his attention to Prinivere. "Dragon." He rose with slow, careful movements and drifted toward her as if in a daze. "Excuse me, but are you really a dragon?"
*I am, young man, * Prinivere returned. *My name is Prinivere. *
Zylas paced, wringing his hands.
Unself-consciously naked, Korfius bowed. "Deeply honored to meet you, Lady Prinivere. I'm Korfius."
*So I gathered. * The dragon settled back down. Only then, Collins noticed the black hole behind her, apparently the escape Zylas had wanted him to use. He wondered why he had not seen it before and decided the dragon had fully stolen his attention. Most of the time, her enormous, sleeping form had blocked it.
Falima trumpeted out a neigh.
"Now what?" Zylas muttered, rushing to the entrance just as a savagely panting Vernon threw himself inside.
"I'm . . . sorry," the black man gasped out. "I ... tried to . . . stop . . . him, but . . ." He paused for several beats to concentrate on breathing. ". . . he's quick."