Dragon's Bait

By Vivian Vande Velde

In this fantasy adventure, a teenage girl accused of witchcraft and sentenced to death by dragon finds an unexpected friend—and maybe something more.

Fifteen-year-old Alys is not a witch. But that doesn’t matter—the villagers think she is and have staked her out on a hillside as a sacrifice to the local dragon. It’s late, it’s cold, and it’s raining, and Alys can think of only one thing—revenge. But first she’s got to escape, and even if she does, how can one girl possibly take on an entire town alone? Then the dragon arrives—a dragon that could quite possibly be the perfect ally….

An ALA Quick Pick for Reluctant Young Adult Readers

A New York Public Library Book for the Teen Age

“Wicked wit and charm . . . as well as a gutsy heroine and a sexy dragon.” —Booklist

“Alys herself is a worthy heroine, with a capricious gift for irony. A thoughtful mainstream fantasy.” —Publishers Weekly

“[A] dark, bittersweet romance.” —Kirkus Reviews

• Language: English
• Publisher: Open Road Integrated Media
• Release date: Apr 1, 2003
• ISBN: 9780547416946

Vivian Vande Velde

Vivian Vande Velde has written many books for teen and middle grade readers, including Heir Apparent, User Unfriendly, All Hallow's Eve: 13 Stories, Three Good Deeds, Now You See It ..., and the Edgar Award–winning Never Trust a Dead Man. She lives in Rochester, New York. Visit her website at www.vivianvandevelde.com.

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Chapter 1

THE DAY ALYS was accused of being a witch started out like any other.

She woke to the gray light of dawn and to the sound of her father coughing. Did he sound any better than he had the morning before? Yes, she told herself—just a little bit, but definitely better. And though she’d thought that every morning since late winter when he’d been so sick she’d been afraid he’d die, and though here it was with the wheat already harvested and the leaves beginning to turn, and he still too frail to run the tin shop by himself—that did nothing to lessen her conviction. He definitely sounded better.

Of course, it wasn’t normal for a girl to help in her father’s business. A man without sons was expected to take in apprentices, not teach his trade to a fifteen-year-old daughter. But her father had had no need for an apprentice before he got sick, and now there was nothing extra with which to afford one. Without the goat cheese that Vleeter and his wife had given them and the bread that the widow Margaret had periodically left at their doorstep, they might well have starved during those long, long days when he’d been too sick to work at all. So now he was teaching her how to draw out tin into wire, how to pour it to fashion buttons, how to cut and join. She was slow, just learning, and he was slow, having to rest frequently. Between the two of them they could craft just barely enough tin to keep themselves alive.

Until the day Alys was accused of being a witch.

It started in the late afternoon, when a man she didn’t know came into the shop.

Saint-Toby’s-by-the-Mountain was small enough that everybody knew everybody, so it wasn’t often that she saw a stranger. She put down the shears with which she’d been cutting a sheet of tin and said, because her father had gone into the house to lie down, Yes? May I help you? It wasn’t fair to judge someone by the way he looked, she knew, but there was something decidedly unpleasant about this man, about the way he didn’t seem to fit together properly. The toothy smile didn’t go with the cold eyes; the head, shaved in the manner of a man of the Church, didn’t go with the long, elegant, beringed fingers; the clothes were much too fine for Saint Toby’s—even for someone simply passing through Saint Toby’s.

You are Alys, the tinsmith’s daughter? the man asked, though his gaze was roving all over the shop and he must see who she was even if—she could tell—he disapproved.

Beyond him, she saw a flitter of movement by the door and recognized their neighbor, the wheelwright Gower. Now what was he doing? His shop had been closed all day, which was unusual, Gower being an ambitious man. He was so ambitious he had even made offers to buy their land so he could expand his own shop. His wife, Una, and their daughter, Etta, had refused to talk to Alys ever since her father had refused to sell. Leave it to Gower to show up at the first sign of trouble. I’m Alys, she said.

I am Inquisitor Atherton of Griswold, the stranger said, naming the town on the other side of the mountain. Alys’s attention leaped back from Gower, but before she could say anything, he continued, You have been accused of witchcraft, and it is my duty to prove that. The already insincere smile broadened. Or disprove it, if the evidence so warrants.

Witchcraft? Alys had no idea what to say. Who . . . I mean what . . . I mean . . .

You will come with me, the Inquisitor told her.

Alys knew she wasn’t a witch and reasoned that she would therefore be proven innocent. Still, fear began to overcome confusion as Inquisitor Atherton took firm hold of her arm. Her voice shook. But my father’s aslee—

The Inquisitor’s fingers dug into her arm as he repeated, You will come with me.

That was when she knew, deep in her heart—though she wouldn’t admit it—that he would never find her innocent, no matter what. Father! she cried.

The Inquisitor pulled her out into the street. People were gathering to see what the stranger was up to. But out of all those faces, Inquisitor Atherton picked Gower. Go fetch the father.

Gower, Alys said, finally realizing.

And lest she have any lingering doubts, the Inquisitor was pulling her next door, to the storeroom behind the wheelwright’s shop. This will be our court, the Inquisitor said. Gather those who would testify.

The room filled quickly. "What’d she do? she heard several of the children ask. But the parents only told them Hush, and looked at Alys with fear, while the whispered word witch" played over the crowd so that she could never tell who had spoken it. She had known these people all her fifteen years. Surely they couldn’t be afraid of her? But standing there among wheel rims and spokes of various sizes, with Inquisitor Atherton’s grip bruising her arm, she couldn’t be sure.

Her father came rushing in. Alys’s heart sank, for she was alarmed by how pale he was. But Atherton wouldn’t let her go and he wouldn’t let her father approach.

Stand there, the Inquisitor commanded her father. Let it begin.

Let what begin? Alys wanted to ask, but she only had time to draw breath.

I saw her—Una’s loud voice cut through the murmuring of the crowd and everyone turned to face her—in the street in front of Goodwife Margaret’s cottage. I saw her look around to see if anybody was watching, but she didn’t see me because I was bending over in my garden. She made a sign, and then she spat on the ground, and the next day Margaret’s goat went dry and it’s been dry ever since.

I never—, Alys started.

Be silent! the Inquisitor warned.

I will not, Alys protested. What she’s just said simply isn’t true. She took a step toward Una, and Una threw her arms up in an exaggerated gesture as though to protect herself.

Don’t let her make the Sign against me! Una cried, hiding her face.

That’s the most ridiculous—

Before Alys could finish, Atherton grabbed her by the arm and dragged her away from Una. We need a rope to bind her, he said. And keep the father back.

Don’t hurt him! Alys cried, seeing Gower shove her father, who’d been struggling to get to her. Atherton twisted her arms behind her back, and she felt rope being wrapped around her wrists.

Once she was tied, Atherton spun her around to face him. Another attempt to harm the witnesses will be dealt with severely.

But I didn’t, and my father’s sick, and—

He put his finger close to her face. "Speak out of turn again, and that will be dealt with severely."

Alys jerked away from his finger but didn’t dare answer. She looked at her father and tried to tell him with her expression not to worry, but she was too worried herself to be convincing.

It was Margaret who stepped forward, though she was almost half Atherton’s height and probably twice his age. Well, if she can’t talk, I will, Margaret said. What Una said is total nonsense.

Has your goat gone dry? the Inquisitor asked.

Yes, but—

And it was a good milker before?

Yes, but—

Next!

I seen her, Gower said before Margaret could protest again. Everyone turned to look at him. I seen her this past Midsummer’s Eve. I just come back from fixing Barlow’s cart wheel. They had me to supper and I stayed late. He turned to Farmer Barlow. You remember?

Barlow was watching the Inquisitor and looking nervous about being involved. I remember you coming.

The moon had risen, Gower continued, "and I seen her plain as day in the meadow beyond Barlow’s pasture. What’s she doing there? I said to myself. She had her arms out like this and she was just turning round and round, like she was dancing real slow. I stood a moment, just wondering what she was doing. And then . . ."

Then? the Inquisitor said.

She took her clothes off.

Horrified, Alys protested, I never—

The Inquisitor raised his hand as though to slap her. Gag her, he commanded.

No, wait, Alys gasped. Please. I promise to be quiet.

Atherton changed his upraised hand to a gesture of warning. He turned back to Gower. Then what?

She danced faster and faster, in a frenzy. A lewd, devilish dance. And then I could hear the sound of pipes playing high and sweet almost beyond hearing. Fairy music, I reckoned. Not something a man who believes in the good word of God should listen to. Nor see, neither.

Atherton turned to Farmer Barlow. And you, have you heard or seen something a man who believes in the good word of God shouldn’t?

Barlow’s gaze shifted nervously from Atherton to Gower to Alys, back to Atherton, as though searching for the safest answer. I ain’t seen nothing, he said, licking his lips. But then, that meadow’s to the back of the house.

I’ve seen something, Etta said, something half the people in Saint Toby’s saw and heard.

And what’s that, my daughter? the Inquisitor said, sweet and gentle.

"She went to the carpenter’s shop, to have a stool made. After it was done, she and apprentice Radley had a big argument about the price. We all heard her. ‘That’s too much,’ she said. ‘I could make a better one than that,’ she said, ‘in fact from now on I will.’ Several of us were gathered around the door to see. She pushed past me on the way out, but then I saw her turn back. And the moment she did, the moment she did, Radley’s chisel slipped and he gouged his hand something terrible so that he was hardly able to work for almost half the rest of the month."

"Is Radley, the carpenter’s apprentice,

Reviews for Dragon's Bait

[Aaron Torkil · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Great Book :) , I've not read a book through for a long while , but I used to be obsessed with fantasy novels and this one had the flow to hook me from beginning to end ... Thanks for writing , and I hope this will be my gateway book into reading the written word ( in novel form Taa!)

[abigailadams26 · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

When fifteen-year-old Alys is accused of witchcraft by a jealous neighbor determined to force her father to sell his land, the villagers of Saint Toby stake her to the mountainside as a sacrifice to the local dragon. Selendrile, a dragon who can assume human form, has no interest in eating maidens, but he does offer to join Alys in a quest for revenge against the villagers, and Atherton, the false priest who condemned her. So begins a partnership that deepens into friendship, as Alys learns that vengeance is not as satisfying as she had hoped...Located squarely within the now well-established sub-genre of alternative dragon fantasy, this fairly light novel touches on themes such as vengeance, difference, tolerance, and the nature of the human soul, with delicacy, while offering the reader adventure and romance as well. Recommended for adolescent readers who enjoy the work of Robin McKinley and/or Patricia Wrede.

[nicolbolas · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

 I read this book in one night. It was wonderful! This book is a great read for reluctant readers and fans of fantasy alike. It features a female protagonist and a nice twisted plot line. I enjoy Ms. Vande Velde’s writing, and this book was no exception—cute, funny, and above all entertaining without pandering!The book begins with Alys (the main character) being accussed (falsely of course) of witch-craft. Her betrayer, Gower the wheelwright is a fairly important character. Her father dies of a heart attack during her inquisition: leaving her all alone. The inquisitor, Atherton, is a bully and clearly a greedy, rotten guy. They take Alys to a hillside and tie her to a stake to offer her up to the dragon (who we later find out is PLOT SPOILER…Selendrile). She awaits her death at the dragon stake…don’t worry the book has lost of pages left so she doesn’t die here! PLOT SPOILERS AHEAD!Once she is left alone, the brave Alys begins to sob, and finally resolves to seek revenge. The dragon arrives and they decide to work together rather than give the dragon indigestion. Alys is distrustful of the dragon, and they hold many things back from one another. Eventually Alys relates her life story. Selendrile’s cool attitude and sly movements unnerve Alys, but she has no choice but to work with the dragon (or die I suppose).They begin their revenge with the inquisitor, Atherton. They frame him for robbery, and are quickly off to get Gower. Meanwhile Gower has wasted no time and has already expanded into Alys’ father’s tin shop. Once again, disguised as brothers, Alys and Selendrile begin to enact a plan. Selendrile’s dashing good looks seem to help out this time. However, once Atherton slaps the iron chains on him he can’t shape-shift anymore. During the scuffle Alys nocks Atherton away just long enough so Selendrile can escape one of the two shackles, and he promptly chokes Atherton to death before Alys’ horrified eyes.Selendrile almost dies, because if he needs to return to his true form by the end of the day. However, Alys agrees to admit to everything, including the framed revenge, if Gower will help free her friend. They free Selendrile just in time, and he leaves. Later on Alys confesses to the village. She convinces everyone and receives all the blame for almost everything that has gone wrong over the past 15 years. They are about to burn her at the stake when Alys comes to a beautiful realization: no can sell their soul, they can lose it through evil and dark deeds, and she realizes how close she came to losing hers. Then Selendrile comes and rescues her, and they decide to stay together.The ironic revenge they inflict on others is wonderful. The burning of the father’s old shop in the end is one of the sweetest. Selendrile is forced to finally say a definitive “yes,” and admit he cares, and we as readers are left satisfied with the ending. A great read, and I highly recommend it! Wonderful!

[tigerlily12-1 · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

Fun and short read. As always with Vivian Vande Velde, I was left wanting more - more of the characters, more of an ending, more of the romance, just more!

[bryndahlquis · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Alys, accused of being a witch, is set out on a stake as an offering to the dragon. But instead of eating her, the dragon offers to help her get her revenge.This is one of my favorite books ever, with great and funny characters like Alys and Selendrile, and a plot full of revenge. The situations the pair create work perfectly, and the ending is as good as an ending gets.

[urph818 · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

While I enjoyed this book,I felt it lacked a complex plot and the character developement was shallow. I picked up the book at a library sale and enjoyed the premise of the story about a girl set out for dragon bait for her alleged witchcraft (not true), only to make a tenuous agreement with the shape-shifting fae to get revenge on those who condemned her as a witch. It wasn't until the end of the book that she seems to learn her lesson that Revenge has a way of backfiring. My other issue was that I didn't think the Dragon character was developed enough and the relationship between the two main characters doesn't ever seem to get going except at the end. Still, I enjoyed the book, simple though it was, and could easily recommend it a young adult, say 12+ .Jack Murphy

[ninelarks-1 · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

I quite like Vivian Vande Velde. She writes such great characters - never perfect, never effortlessly intelligent or clever, but so strong even after mistakes.

I've read Dragon's Bait before but couldn't quite recall the details - so when this slim book passed my way, I just had to reread it!

It's not a stereotypical book about damsels in distress and dragons. It's a beautiful book on revenge and mistakes and surprising friendships.

I love Alys as a character. Unfortunately, Velde never really does tell us what goes behind those purple dragon eyes, so I can't say the same for Selendrile.

I do wish it were longer and more fleshed out. Like, we never really know why Selendrile feels like helping Alys out with revenge. Or what he thinks about flirting. Or much about the witch or the priest - that sort of thing. But still, a great book.

Three and a half stars. Very good.
If you like Dealing with Dragons or children books and fantasy, you'll probably like this too.

[funstm · Rating: 2 out of 5 stars]

I'm not sure what I thought this was going to be but it wasn't good. The characters were bland, the plot was mindless and the romance was a vague blur in the distance. I could've like Alys but she was all over the place - she wanted revenge, she didn't want revenge - there was no burning need for vegeance or payback - she just kind of plodded along with whatever the dragon said. As for the dragon, who knows what the hell he wants - it's never explained why he does anything nor are we given any background or explanations about his magic or dragonness. Why can he change into a human when other dragons can't? Why can't he be out during the day? What kind of dragon is willing to give up his hoard? Etc, etc, etc. It was all just kind of a nothing story. 1.5 stars. Because the concept was good if nothing else.