Dragonlands: Heart of a Dragon EpilogueEpilogue: MidsummerKendal listened with half an ear to the complaints of the Speaker for the Craftsmen. "Why don't you just use slightly less pure silver, lower your prices accordingly," Kendal advised, as he had the last fifty times, "and more merchants will buy in.""But Rhio! You know nothing of supply and demand! Of the duty I have to my customers, to
"Duty. It was just one more reminder this year, a reminder of his beloved."
and so such a suggestion is simply not implementable! Your father understood this, you kn" The Speaker for the Craftsmen cut himself off, aware that he had crossed a line.The line of tears tracing down his King's cheek, he attributed to the loss of his father, in such an awful way! Kendal had refused to replace the dented silver Dragon Crown that his father had worn that day (Kendal wore it now) and a new Heir's Circlet waited for the next Rhio or Rhia al'Mandragorithat had been lost in the battle, he said.XXIn honor of the victorio
Dragonlands: Heart of a Dragon 3.1Part Three: The Healer and the King11Kendal watched Eelsa surreptitiously from what he considered his bedroom, the stillroom, as she knelt before the little table in the corner of the main room. She did this every morning, he'd found out, paying homage to the spirits she called Lord Earth and Lady Rain. Amusing, he thought to himself. Despite everything that we find different about each other, we both worship the spirit of water. At least, Kendal used to. He found himself doubting sometimes.If Wind and Water are our protectors, then why did that arrow put out Lareth's eye? Why couldn't my father fly to safety, instead of being slain like a diseased beast? Why couldn't it have rained? The pass would have been too dangerous to traverse, with loose earth on the mountainsides. Thoughts like those plagued him, keeping him up at night as he saw that cursed arrow fly again and again, saw his father fall again and again. Why? Why?XXIlsa whispered her prayers to Lady Rain on this, the last
Dragonlands: Heart of a Dragon 2.610Jon Kelsonra came calling the next day. While Kendal hid in her bedroom, listening carefully to the Valley-speak, Ilsa received the man as graciously as she could, given her poverty. He looked about, not bothering to conceal his contempthe was a Councilor of Orchard Hill as well, and the owner of the orchard for which the province was named, and was accustomed to far more wealth than Ilsa would ever know. He noted the simple altar to Lady Rain and Lord Earth, lit by a single candle, decorated with two hand-carved and painted statuettes and a hand-embroidered linen; the simple clay pitcher, cups and plates on the shelves, with hand-carved cutlery. Ilsa could see in his expression that the one redeeming factor of her home in his eyes was its scrupulous cleanliness.Jon Kelsonra didn't waste his time on politenessthe moment he was offered a chair, he sat, fixed his eyes on Ilsa's, and spoke bluntly. "Three of my men came here yesterday. They have not been seen since."
Dragonlands: Heart of a Dragon 2.59Kendal knew that shifting would be a risk, especially with the kast keeping his leg straight only in mandragora form. But when he was unarmed, and needed agility
He whipped on a shirt so he wouldn't be naked when he returned; and he shifted.He dashed out of Eelsa's bedroom, where he had hid when her visitors came, and skidded into the stillroom with a fighting cry. He assessed the scene before him and rearmed Eelsa before taking part in the fight. If there was one thing he could not stand, it was violators of women. He attacked without mercy, and without remorse.When he saw that all three had been dispatched, he shifted back; then he saw Eelsa. Clearly in shock, and probably an innocent to killing, if not death itself, she stabbed one of her attackers over and over until he stopped her with a reassuring hand."It's all right," he said in his own tongue, "he's dead." She screamed again, and he realized he still had blood on him from his other form. He grabbed a sheet from his
Dragonlands: Heart of a Dragon 2.37When Kendal woke, he moaned, regretting the liquor that he had drunk. "Lareth," he muttered, "I will never let you take me out drinking again." He shifted and his chest exploded in painhe hissed. Whyever had he thought his friend and bodyguard Lareth had challenged him to a drinking contest? For now everything was clear in his memory; everything. Nothing like a broken rib to make you sober, he quipped to himself, blocking out the memory of
It didn't work. He sucked in a breath....The battle had been longthe Valei-men had just kept coming, and coming. Kendal and his father were at the front, the Black Guard behind them, protecting their flanks. As was traditional, Auroth was in dragora form while his son and heir was in mandragora form, and the Guards behind advanced in their favored form. Auroth was fearless and awe-inspiring in his gold-lacquered breastplate and helm, extending and retracting his wings menacingly, while Kendal scorned the heavy, hot armor, prefer
Dragonlands: Heart of a Dragon 2.26Ilsa stepped forward instinctively at his pained expression. "Your ribs?" she asked, before remembering. She tapped her side, where her ribs were, and he nodded, flicking up two fingers on his right hand. Two ribs. He mimed breaking something, too much in pain to speak, even if she could ken his words.Ilsa made her patient lie down and opened the borrowed nightshirt. A bruise the side of her hand bloomed in all its black-purple glory across his lower left chest. Ilsa bit her lipthere was no way to fix a broken rib, she knew from experience, but to wait it out and hope it didn't move enough to puncture a lung or burst out. Her guest would have to stay for the rest of the season at least, while his legs and ribs healed. Luckily summer was mainly weeding, berry-picking and herb-hunting seasonunless a child got severe summer-fever, there would be no need for an overnight patient until autumn, when she got a fresh wave of careless tree-climbers and sickle-slashes.She went to