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Bardon kicked at the coil around his leg with his free foot, trying to pound the snake’s body into loosening its grip. Directly above him, the impact of a massive body entering the water announced Greer had come to his rescue.
A cloud of bubbles surrounded the squire, obscuring his vision. A moment later, his descent abruptly reversed. He whooshed out of the lake, dangling upside down, still entangled in the long snake. Greer held the serpent in his mouth and flew toward shore.
Water streamed from Bardon’s hair. He swiped at his eyes with one hand and glanced up. The snake coiled around his leg, its head battering the leather of his boot. The length of the writher’s body dangled from Greer’s mouth. Bardon estimated the creature’s body stretched twenty feet between his foot and Greer’s teeth. Bardon looked down at the rippling surface of the lake, then at the rocky shore as Greer gained height. The piles of rounded stones did not look like a comfortable place to set down. He desperately hoped the serpent would not let go of his leg now.
Seconds later, the dragon banked over the grassy expanse before the cabin. Bardon bent in half at the waist. Still holding his hunting knife, he grabbed the snake’s body as if it were a rope and hauled himself up to Greer’s head. Clinging to the dragon’s neck, he braced himself for the landing.
Thanks, Greer.
In return for his expression of gratitude, Bardon listened to a tirade on the foul taste of writher snakes and the unpleasant feel of serpent scales rubbing against the tongue.
As soon as the dragon’s feet hit the ground, he spat the offending reptile from his mouth. Bardon’s back struck the grassy bank with a thud, knocking the air out of his lungs. The knife flew from his grasp, landing out of reach. As he labored to breathe, a frantic young woman rushed toward him with an ax raised above her head. He wheezed, struggling for just one breath of air while the snake’s hold tightened around his leg.
His eyes followed the young woman’s helter-skelter dash toward him with that large ax brandished. He emphatically desired to get away from the snake and out of the path of the ax-wielder, but all he could do was hack and gasp. She stumbled, and the blade of her weapon barely missed his leg.
Sitting up, Bardon finally drew several breaths of bracing air. He tried to move away from the figure sprawled on the grass beside him, but the snake lurched toward the lake and dragged him along.
Greer!
The dragon whipped around, his tail flattening a bush. He examined the situation, gave a huge sigh, and reluctantly placed one large forefoot on the slithering beast.
His dragon friend’s surge of disgust washed over Bardon. He thought Greer’s abhorrence of snakes would be laughable if he’d been free of the creature wrapped around his leg.
Back on her feet and armed again with the ax, the young woman charged in between Bardon and Greer. She swung the ax above her head and, as it came down, let out a frightful screech. Bardon grimaced and covered his ears. The serpent jerked, the coil around Bardon’s leg relaxed, and he shook the body of the snake loose. Dark purple blood spurted from the two ends of the severed flesh.
Greer removed his foot from the twitching snake body and backed away from the creature. The young woman scrambled back as well. Tears ran down blotchy red cheeks, and her chest heaved as she sobbed. An older woman stood by the forest’s edge with a serene expression fixed upon her dark face.
Bardon pushed wet locks away from his eyes and studied the emerlindian. A granny?
She smiled. “Yes, a granny. Granny Kye.”
Annoyed that she had heard his thought, Bardon carefully guarded his expression. He could also guard his thoughts after working with Kale on his mindspeaking abilities while they had been on a mission together three years ago. His talent was minimal next to hers. He put the guard in place so that this granny would not know how frustrated he was by the presence of these women.
He struggled to his feet, tried to stamp some circulation back into his numb leg, and straightened his tunic. Chagrined that in spite of all his training, a girl and a dragon had just rescued him, Bardon bent in an awkward bow. The court polish of three years deserted him.
I am not a callow lad, and I will not stutter words I’ve repeated many times before.
He smiled with all the charm he could muster. “I’m pleased to meet you, Granny Kye.”
“And I, you. I have been expecting you.”
The younger emerlindian, her pale skin still flushed, turned unbelieving slate blue eyes on the older woman. “Grandmother, you never said.”
Bardon almost missed her words as he watched those thickly fringed eyes grow as dark as storm clouds.
Granny Kye chuckled. “I don’t tell you everything, infant.” She turned to Bardon. “This wild child is N’Rae.”
Bardon turned to N’Rae. Her beauty astonished him. Even in plain clothing, she outshone all the fair ladies of court. He straightened his tunic again and managed a more polished bow. “My pleasure.”
She glanced away, then down. Bardon decided she was younger than he’d first thought. Probably a little younger than his friend Kale. But where Dragon Keeper Kale Allerion had a determined expression about her eyes and in the tilt of her chin, this fair maiden resembled a lost kitten. Splashes of dark purple blood covered the front of her homespun dress, looking incongruous on someone who radiated such innocence.
Bardon wanted to see the unusual color of her eyes again and spoke softly, hoping she’d glance up at him. “Thank you for saving my life.”
She did look up. A moment before, the hue of her eyes had reflected stormy clouds. Now the vivid blue matched the sky above. “I didn’t know what to do. I hate snakes!”
Bardon felt a shudder of agreement from Greer’s mind, and he glanced over at the dragon to see him giving N’Rae a nod of approval. At the moment, Bardon wasn’t too fond of snakes, either. And he’d never been too fond of people. Even a fetching female and a wise old woman were more company than he desired. He turned to the granny.
“I am Bardon, squire to Sir Dar of Castle Pelacce, in Dormenae, Wittoom.”
“A squire?” N’Rae almost looked impressed, but she shook her head, causing her long, white-blond tresses to swing. With a sigh that took the stiffness out of her shoulders so they drooped in defeat, she stared again at the ground. “It’s a shame you aren’t a knight. We could use a knight.” Her chin lifted, and she looked to the granny. “Actually, we could use Paladin’s army, but Grandmother says we are to accomplish our task with the resources Wulder provides.”
The old woman nodded. “And Wulder has provided Squire Bardon.”
“Wait.” He held up a hand and slowly shook his head. “I’m entering into my sabbatical. I’m charged to devote myself to meditation. I cannot undertake to aid you in any endeavor at this time.”
N’Rae turned away from him, gave a little gasp, and pointed a finger at Greer. “Oh dear, that was dinner.”
The dragon lifted his nose from the dropped baskets of berries by the forest edge. His long, blue tongue licked the last of the smashed purple goo from his lips. He blinked and focused on his rider.
Bardon frowned at Greer but turned a pleasant face to the two ladies and delivered the message his dragon had impressed into his mind. “Greer wishes to offer his apologies. When it comes to food, he has very little willpower. We have provisions we will gladly share.”
His thoughts turned back to the dragon. Those are my provisions you’re offering, and this isn’t helping to remove these interlopers from the cabin. Do you have any suggestions on how to get rid of them?
Greer turned his back on his rider and strolled down to the shore. He launched into the air and headed for the northern end of the lake.
Bardon turned back to the women. “Greer will bring back fish for our dinner. I’ll drag what’s left of this snake far into the woods for scavengers to dispose of.”
He fought the urge to clear his throat before he made his next announcement. “The cabin belongs to Sir Dar, and he gave me permission to dwell in it this summer. I hope this doesn’t inconvenience you.”
Granny Kye smiled. “Not at all, my dear boy, we shall be leaving on our quest within a day or two.”
Bardon deliberately shifted his gaze away from the bright brown, knowing eyes of the emerlindian.
Not with me! he protested. He strolled into the cabin to retrieve his sword. He wouldn’t be caught unarmed again. When he came out, he nodded to the women and picked up his hunting knife and sheathed it. With the head section of the snake’s carcass in one hand and the long body in the other, he marched into the trees. His stride lengthened as he determined to banish a persistent nagging in his heart.
I am not required to do anything for these females.