The Stronghold
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Tif, Tren and Prand have finally made it to safety in the dragonfighter stronghold, but for Tif and Tren, it’s not quite what they expected.
On the journey there, the little family had worked as a team as they fought for survival against the Kaldish who were determined to stop them.
Now, Prand is busy with his duties as a lord in the High Command, while Tif and Tren are beginning their formal training.
From fighting alongside their father as equals to mere apprentices, the lowest of the low, is something of a comedown and they have to adapt and do it quickly because they’re already behind the rest of the class.
It’s not all plain sailing, either. Tren finds herself placed in the same dormitory cubicle as the local queen bee and her gang of bullies, who take an instant dislike to the interloper.
She also finds herself on the wrong side of stronghold politics thanks to the Kaldish knife that she acquired on the way there. Life in the stronghold is not starting out well.
Tif has his own struggles. He is still recovering from the wound that almost killed him on the way there, and he becomes the target of some unwanted female attention, but his main problem is himself.
He knows that how well he does in basic training will affect the rest of his career in the dragonfighter military, but he’s a person who won’t knuckle down unless he has a definite goal in mind.
He has no idea what he wants to do. Unless he can resolve this dilemma, he may well find himself without sufficient marks to allow him to follow his chosen path when he does decide. He urgently needs to either overcome his weakness or find a goal.
As the twins battle to find their place in this new world, they also find out some startling things about their father that they’d never known.
Meanwhile, out in the world beyond the stronghold, war draws ever closer. When an army appears right outside the stronghold, both Tif and Tren find themselves on the front line, fighting to protect their new home and the surrounding area.
At the same time, Prand is away on a mission to find out more about the cryptic comments a Kaldish made to Tren. What he finds may well uproot them again just when they’re beginning to feel settled.
Ashley Abbiss
Hello there. I’m Ashley Abbiss. I live and write in beautiful New Zealand, where I live with one large dog, who looks nothing like Friend from my Daughters of Destiny books. She is, however, almost as intelligent and definitely as opinionated, and if she can’t quite speak in the way Friend does to Niari, that doesn’t really hold her back much!I write fantasy, mostly of the epic variety. Let me say right up front that if you’re looking for a quick read, you’re in the wrong place. But if you like a substantial, satisfying story that you can really get your teeth into, stick with me. I may have something you’ll enjoy. There’s no graphic sex in my books. If that’s what you want, you’ll have to look elsewhere. There is violence, and there is swearing, though mostly of the ‘s/he swore’ variety, nothing overly graphic or offensive. I also write about strong, independent female characters, so if your taste runs to something more macho, or something more frilly and helpless, this may not be the place for you. I’ve always loved wandering in different worlds, be they fantasy or science fiction, although lately I tend to prefer fantasy. The only proviso is that they have to be believable worlds, worlds that feel real, that have depth and scope – and they must, absolutely must be fun to visit. I read for escape and entertainment, and I don’t really want to escape from this world into one even grimmer. Trouble, tension, and danger I can deal with, what sort of story would there be without them? Where would Pern be without Thread, Frodo without Sauron, Harry Potter without Voldemort? But there has to be hope, and there has to be a light touch. Happy ever after does have a lot going for it, even if initially it’s only a very small light at the end of a long, dark tunnel. My personal favourites include Tolkien's Lord of the Rings trilogy, Anne McCaffrey’s Pern series, and the fantasies of David Eddings, and lately, they’ve been joined by J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter and a few others. Of those, David Eddings was probably my greatest inspiration.I began to wonder if I could create my own world, one just as believable and multi-layered as theirs. Could I create a world with its own history, geography, social structure, deities, and all the rest? One that hung together? That a reader could believe in? It became a challenge, one I really wanted to see if I could meet. So I dusted off my writing skills, learned a few more, cranked up the imagination, and got busy. I’d always been good at creative writing, but though I’d made a few attempts to write after I left school, none of them came to anything. That was until I started writing fantasy. Suddenly, I knew I’d come home. I quickly discovered that I’m not the sort of writer who can plan a book (or a world!) before I start. I just can’t do it. But I can create characters, and suddenly the characters took on a reality of their own and took over the stories, often to the extent that they actually surprised me. And the stories worked. Their world worked. Sometimes I had to go back and fix the odd contradiction, but mostly it worked and was very natural and organic. Even though my first attempts were pitiful, I knew I’d found where I belong. I persevered, I learned, I wrote. I discovered that the characters are key for me. Once I get them right, they tell their own story. I was away. There were dark days during which my stories became my refuge, my characters my friends. And I kept writing. There were happy times when I didn’t need a refuge, but my characters were still my friends, and they drew me inexorably back. I kept writing. And now, I hope my characters may become your friends too, my worlds ones where you also like to walk; perhaps even your refuge from dark days. Come join me in a world where magic is real and the gods are near, where beasts talk and men and women achieve things they never dreamed they could. But most of all, come and have fun! Happy reading.Ash.
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The Stronghold - Ashley Abbiss
CHAPTER ONE - TREN
Tren was feeling depressed. It was three days since they’d arrived at the dragonfighter stronghold, and so far, it wasn’t living up to her expectations. She wasn’t entirely sure just what she had expected, but she did know that this wasn’t it.
For a start, she was alone. Her twin brother, Tif, was still in the hospital recovering from the wound that had nearly killed him when they and their father had fought off a band of Kaldish, the assassins of the dragonrider folk, on their way here.
And she hadn’t seen Prand, her father, since he dropped her off at the guest quarters a few hours after their arrival. Tren was normally a person who enjoyed, and even preferred, her own company, but for one of the few times in her life, she was feeling a sharp sense of loneliness.
They’d become a team, she and her father and brother. They’d faced death together, they’d fought together, relied on one another for their very lives in the last days and weeks. The experience had bonded them together as never before, and now it felt terribly wrong not to be with them.
But her brother was in the hospital getting well, and her father had his duties as a lord in the Dragon Force. And she was here to get the training that she should have had four years ago. They each had their duties and the places that they needed to be. That was just the way it was now that they were finally safe in the stronghold.
Her brother would be joining her in the training centre before long, but he most probably would not be assigned to the same training squad. She wasn’t sure how much she would see of him since they would both be busy with their training. But that couldn’t be helped. War was coming.
The Dragonriders, long believed defeated and their dragons extinct, had rebuilt their numbers and were on the move again. Tren wasn’t there to socialise, she was there to train, to prepare herself for the battles that were bound to come sometime in the near future.
Tren and Tif hadn’t believed in the dragons, thinking them extinct, and therefore they hadn’t been committed to the dragonfighter cause. In fact, they’d considered it ancient history, totally irrelevant. While they shared their father’s pride in their family history, the traditions and practices associated with that history had felt rather like a millstone around their necks.
They’d resented the traditional training their father had insisted on putting them through, thinking it a total waste of time. In fact, they’d felt that their childhood had been stolen from them, sacrificed to their crazy father’s obsession with the family legacy and his consequent determination to believe in the dragons in defiance of the evidence.
Because of that lack of belief and commitment, Prand had felt unable to present the twins for formal training when they turned sixteen, as should have happened. The dragonfighter stronghold was top secret, a necessary precaution to protect it from discovery and subsequent destruction by the dragons.
All dragonfighters swore an oath that they would never reveal the location to anyone who wasn’t a dragonfighter and committed to the cause. Tif and Tren may have been born into a dragonfighter family, but they weren’t committed because they didn’t believe. Therefore, their father had not been confident that they would respect the need for absolute secrecy and so he hadn’t told them anything about the stronghold.
They knew better now, of course, having been actively hunted and seen a dragon with their own eyes. Now, they were both utterly committed to preparing themselves to face the dragons and the dragonrider forces, the Baraniti. But, because of their previous attitude, they were four years late getting to their formal training.
The twenty-year-old twins were going to be training with a bunch of sixteen-year-olds, and Tren wasn’t looking forward to it one bit. She didn’t start training until the next day, but she’d already met most of her squad mates because they all shared a dormitory and some of them had been there when she moved in. And what a giggling lot of idiots they were!
Tren had forgotten how silly teenage girls could be. Actually, come to think of it, she’d never really known. It had been a couple of years since she left to work in the town, but she was sure the young women she’d associated with back home in the village weren’t this scatty.
And these were young women (she shuddered at applying the term to them) who, like her, had been trained from infancy to be warriors, to defend their people and their religion against the incursions of the Baraniti. You’d think that would lend them a certain amount of gravitas, but apparently not.
Tren just hoped they behaved differently in training than they did in the barracks because the thought of having to entrust her safety to this lot on active duty made her shudder. Frankly, if this was the way they behaved in the field, she’d be better off alone.
There was supposed to be no ranking in the squad. They were apprentices, after all. They hadn’t proved themselves yet, so they were all equal. What counted was what they achieved themselves, not who their parents were. She, for instance, was simply Apprentice Tirulen here, not even any family name, for precisely that reason.
That didn’t seem to cut much ice with the group of young women with whom Tren had to share her cubicle of the dormitory, though. Tren gathered that they were mostly the daughters of non-commissioned Ground Force troops, except for one young miss, whose mother appeared to be a squire in the Dragon Force.
The Ground Force was a regular army. They were the backbone of the army, the ordinary troops and administrative and service staff. Except for the officers, they required no special training except in a few areas like engineering and medicine and some non-combat roles such as law and accounting. Any other training that was required was generally done on the job.
Everyone started out in the Ground Force, and most remained there for the duration of their careers. The Dragon Force, however, was an elite unit of highly-trained operatives who performed specialised duties such as espionage, assassination, and fighting actual dragons and dragonriders rather than just the Baraniti ground forces.
They were also the specialist physicians, magicians, code makers and technologists. In short, if a job was highly specialised and required advanced training, especially if it had a large magical component, it generally fell under the umbrella of the Dragon Force.
As a consequence of her mother’s perceived status as a member of the Dragon Force, this young woman, Mirris, lorded it over the others like a little queen, and they hung on her every word like a bunch of sycophants. Tren had merely introduced herself as ‘Tren’, and Mirris seemed to assume that she outranked her, too.
Perhaps she thought Tren was embarrassed to admit her parents’ lowly status or something. Tren wouldn’t put it past her. There seemed to be a good dollop of snobbery in the young woman’s make-up, and people usually judged others by their own values. Tren didn’t bother to disabuse her of the notion.
Actually, as a Dragon Force lord, Tren’s father far outranked a mere squire, but she wasn’t interested in playing that particular game, so the misunderstanding didn’t bother her at all. Tren didn’t need her father’s status to bolster her ego, and they’d all find out the truth sooner or later, anyway. Meanwhile, Tren intended to just get on with her training and learn all she could.
Tren wanted to get into the Dragon Force eventually. She wanted to specialise in magic, and that was the best route to doing that. But not everyone was accepted. It was very much an elite unit and entry was by invitation only. Even if you passed the entry exam, you still may not get in. If she planned to realise that ambition, she would need to put her nose to the grindstone and keep it there.
She’d been issued with uniforms (it appeared that apprentices wore a rather drab, nondescript grey), bedding, textbooks and paper and pens before being led here and shown to what was to be her bunk. There were four cubicles in the dormitory, with eight bunks in each. Tren’s was the bottom bunk at one end, tucked in the corner of the cubicle behind the door.
Each bunk had a clothes chest, a narrow locker, and a desk and chair associated with it. The bed above hers was empty, and there were a couple of chests and two desks between her and the next rank of bunks, so she was more or less out on her own and isolated from the others. That suited Tren just fine.
The chest and desk that she chose to use were also out on their own, tucked in between the bunks and the wall behind the door. When the door of the dormitory stood open, it was quite private in there, almost a tiny room of its own. Tren reckoned she’d be able to get on with her work in there without being bothered by anyone else.
The trouble with having two desks side by side, as the other one of this set was with the first one associated with the next pair of bunks, was that it was too easy to get chatting, or even just be distracted by the comings and goings of the next person and lose one’s concentration. Tren couldn’t afford to do that.
She was already behind the rest of the squad. This group had started training almost two weeks ago. Ideally, Tren should have waited until the next intake, but with the Baraniti on the move and war coming, she’d been encouraged to join this intake and catch up as she went along.
She had been offered the choice to wait if she wished, but that would have been tantamount to an admission that she didn’t feel up to the challenge, and she rather thought that wouldn’t have been the best way to start out. Not for someone with the ambitions she had, anyway. Besides, what would she do with herself for several weeks until a new intake started?
She’d jumped at the chance, confident that she could catch up the academic side of things fairly quickly. All she had to do was knuckle down and put in the work. She knew she had a good brain, and she was fairly sure she wouldn’t want to spend much time socialising with her fellow squad members. Not only were they so much younger, but she wasn’t much into socialising at any time. It shouldn’t be a problem.
And she wasn’t worried at all about the physical training. After all, she’d been trained by her father, who she now knew to be one of the best, if not the best warrior she’d ever seen, she’d worked as a town guard, and she’d already, along with her father and brother, fought and defeated two groups of Kaldish. She had a good grounding in the basics, she was fit, she was experienced. She had little doubt that she could cope.
Now, she straightened from making up her bed, folded her underwear and toiletries into her chest, hung her cloak and spare uniform in the locker and followed it with the backpack that contained her personal belongings.
Then she removed her knife. They weren’t allowed to carry weapons of any kind except when they were explicitly required for training. Tren felt naked without her knife, but she could quite see the reasoning behind the restriction.
With so many people living in close proximity, there were bound to be disagreements from time to time and they could quickly spiral into something much more serious if both parties were armed. If nothing else, her experience as a town guard had taught her that. Even the most even-tempered of people could become violent if provoked far enough.
She took the knife out of its sheath to check it over before putting it away. The blade seemed a little dull, so she sat on the bed and got out her sharpening stone. She could just imagine the ruckus if she turned up at training with a dull blade. Best to do this before she put it away. That way, she wouldn’t forget.
What’s that?
a voice said behind her.
Tren looked up from her work to find Mirris and her group of acolytes standing there staring at her knife. Ah, so they were going to challenge her now, were they? She’d been wondering how long it would take them. She’d thought they’d wait a bit, but she guessed the knife was just too big a temptation. It was quite distinctive.
It’s my knife,
Tren said. What does it look like?
It’s got a dragon on it,
one of the girls said accusingly.
Yes,
Tren said evenly, not bothering to look up from what she was doing. It does. In fact, it has two. There’s another one on the pommel cap.
Let me see it!
Mirris demanded, holding out a hand.
No,
Tren said.
She heard a concerted gasp from the other girls. Mirris herself looked rather as though she’d just been slapped. Apparently, she wasn’t used to being refused.
I beg your pardon?
Mirris said, drawing herself up in what was most probably an attempt to imitate her mother.
I said no,
Tren said. I have no intention of handing you my knife.
She wondered what Mirris would do now. She rather thought her flat ‘no’ had convinced her that asking again would only result in embarrassment, and grabbing for a naked blade that had just been sharpened wouldn’t be wise. The thing hung there for long seconds.
You shouldn’t have that,
Mirris said. Everyone will think it’s a dragonrider knife.
That’s probably because it is a dragonrider knife,
Tren said. I took it from a Kaldish. After I killed him with it, of course.
All the time, she went placidly on with her sharpening, not bothering to look up. Frantic whispering broke out in the ranks of the girls. Tren tried hard not to smile.
You are such a liar!
Mirris snarled. I bet you’ve never been within five leagues of a Kaldish. That’s just a cheap copy you picked up somewhere so you can wave it around and pretend you’re some kind of mighty warrior. You want to watch that, new girl. We don’t like that sort of thing around here.
Well, isn’t that just too bad?
Tren said, her voice hardening. For your information, Mirris, I couldn’t care less what you like or don’t like. And I’d be careful who you accuse of lying if I were you.
CHAPTER TWO – TIF
Tif lay in his bed in the stronghold hospital staring at the ceiling. His sister and father had just left, and he’d just had another dose of medication for the pain. He felt exhausted, but he knew he wouldn’t sleep just yet. After all, he’d slept all the way here.
He was a bit disappointed about that, actually. He’d wanted to see the entrance and how the map worked to open it. He’d wanted to see what the tunnels were like, where they led, what the stronghold was like, but he’d missed all that. Damn.
At least they’d made it here at long last, and in more or less one piece. He supposed he should be grateful for that. Well, he was grateful for that bit of it. He was just disappointed about the rest of it. And he’d been downright flabbergasted when Prand and Tren had told him about what had happened after he was wounded.
He couldn’t imagine how they’d felt, exhausted, wounded, with him out of action and thinking more Kaldish were coming. From what Tren had said, he gathered they’d more or less prepared themselves for death, knowing there was no way they could stand against another band of Kaldish and hope to survive.
And then it had turned out to be that Cernosh bloke that they’d met back in the city instead, out looking for them because they hadn’t turned up at the stronghold. A very great deal had happened while he was unconscious and hovering on the brink of death. Tren had stopped him from bleeding to death and Prand had done what he could to stabilise him, but Tif understood that he’d still been so ill that they were afraid to move him at that point.
He pulled his thoughts firmly out of that line. He didn’t really want to think about how close he’d come to being killed in that battle. Obviously, his father was at least partially right in his insistence that Tif and Tren weren’t trained nearly well enough.
Tif still wasn’t willing to accept that they were quite as useless as Prand seemed to believe, but he knew he’d made mistakes in that fight. Mistakes that had almost cost him his life. He’d been kind of blasé about the training he was about to undertake before, but now he knew that he really needed it.
War was coming. That meant there were going to be more battles, and sooner or later, Tif was going to find himself fighting for his life again. Next time, he was going to be prepared. Next time, he was going to know what he was doing. He was determined that he was never going to be caught that way again.
He must have drifted off because when he opened his eyes again, it was much later. Some of the lights that floated up near the ceiling had gone out, plunging the room into semi-darkness. It was a bit hard to tell for sure since he wasn’t used to the way things worked here yet, but he thought it must be night. He’d heard that they did have night and day here, even though the whole complex was underground.
Ah, you’re awake,
an attendant said, sticking his head around the door of the room. Are you hungry? You slept right through dinner and I didn’t like to wake you, so I saved it for you.
I’m starving,
Tif said as his stomach gave a rather embarrassing rumble.
The attendant laughed and disappeared again, to return a couple of minutes later with Tif’s dinner.
Thanks,
Tif said.
It’s only soup and bread, I’m afraid,
the attendant said apologetically as he helped Tif into a sitting position and got him organised. You can only have soft food for a couple of days to give your gut time to heal. Magical healing is good, but it isn’t instantaneous, and it can only work with your body.
Yeah, I get it,
Tif said. This will be fine. It smells good, anyway.
If you’d like a word of advice,
the attendant said, grinning, try not to get stabbed in that spot next time. A couple of fingers’ width further over and you’d be eating meat and vegetables.
I’ll keep that in mind,
Tif said, grinning back. Although, I sincerely hope there isn’t going to be a next time.
That’s definitely a better plan,
the attendant said.
Tif tried to laugh but winced and gave up the attempt as the muscle action pulled at his wound.
Sorry,
the attendant said. I’ll leave you to your meal. I’ll bring you another painkiller once you’ve finished.
Yeah, that would be good. Thanks. How long am I going to have to be here, do you know?
Well, that’s up to the physician, of course, but probably a few days before you’re up and out of here, and then usually about a week before you can do any strenuous exercise. As I said, magical healing is fast. Although, it probably doesn’t feel like it at the moment.
Tif groaned. I’ll be dead of boredom before then!
Well, if you want something to read, your father brought in the textbooks for your training course. They’re on the table there.
Oh, yeah, he said something about that,
Tif said. Apparently, I’m all signed up, but the rest of the class is about two weeks ahead, so there’s some catching up to do. I suppose I’d better make a start while I’m lying around in here.
Sounds like a good plan,
the attendant said. Get caught up as much as you can before you’re actually in class and they start piling more on you. Well, I’ll leave you to it. I need to get back to my other duties.
He disappeared, leaving Tif to his dinner, which was surprisingly good. He quickly emptied his bowl and then, because there was no point in trying to sleep again just then, he reached across for the book on top of the pile. ‘History of the Dragonfighters’. Well, it could have been worse.
He knew a bit about the history of his people, but he was willing to bet that there was a lot he didn’t know, too. Prand or somebody had slipped a note inside with the information that he needed to study the first four chapters to catch up with the rest of the class. Handy to know. There was an assignment to be caught up, too, but he could worry about that later.
He opened the book and began to read. He was deep into what was actually a quite interesting account when the attendant came back. That interrupted things a bit because he wanted to check Tif’s dressings as well as give him his painkiller and remove the dinner dishes. Once that was done though, he returned to his reading until he felt ready to sleep again.
There was one thing to be said for being stuck in bed, Tif thought the next day, and that was that there was nothing to do but read. He dozed a little now and then, his body still weak enough to need the rest. But when he wasn’t doing that or eating his meals, he had his head in a book and, by the time he was ready to sleep for the night, he’d made quite a decent hole in the reading he had to do.
The history had been quite interesting, as had ‘The Theory of Magic’. The one on dragonfighter military etiquette had been fairly tedious but he’d stuck with it because he realised that was important stuff to know. Not saluting someone or forgetting their correct title was almost bound to upset them. Besides, that was the one that the assignment was on, so he’d have to read it sooner or later anyway.
The book on weapons didn’t have much to offer that was new, but he enjoyed it anyway because the chapters he had to read were on the sword, his favourite weapon. The book on battle tactics was absorbing and he found himself reading further than required. Their father hadn’t done a lot with them on tactics, concentrating instead on teaching them how to deal with one on one encounters, so that was almost all new.
The ‘Introduction to Unarmed Combat’ though, had almost sent him straight back to sleep. It really was an introduction, as basic as they came. There wasn’t a thing in there that Tif didn’t know. In fact, he’d known it so long he couldn’t even remember learning it.
It just seemed to have always been a part of him. He plodded his way through it anyway just in case there was something in there that might trip him up in an exam. However, he was more than grateful when his dinner arrived, and he had an excuse to set the book aside for a while.
Dinner was soup and bread again. It was tasty enough, but Tif hoped he got the all-clear to eat proper food soon. Soup was a nice enough meal, just not for dinner. He wanted proper food, something he could get his teeth into.
He didn’t work again after he’d eaten his dinner. Suddenly, he felt completely exhausted. He waited until the attendant came back for the bowl, then had him help him to the bathroom, climbed back into bed and that was that until he was woken for breakfast the next morning.
He woke feeling very much better. Something had changed during the night. He could feel it the moment he opened his eyes. For the first time since being wounded, he felt restless, eager to get up and get moving.
First, he wanted his breakfast, and then he wanted the physician to come and tell him he could go home. His new home, that was. He understood that he’d already been assigned a bunk in the men’s dormitory, although of course, he hadn’t seen it yet.
An attendant appeared, a woman this morning, to see if he needed help getting to the bathroom.
Do you know, I think I can make it on my own this morning?
Tif said.
The attendant smiled knowingly. Ah, healing spell kicked in, has it?
she said. They tend to do that. They work away quietly in the background for a day or two and you don’t feel as though anything’s happening at all, and then suddenly you feel completely well.
Yes, that’s exactly what’s happened,
Tif said. Last night, I couldn’t get out of bed without help, yet this morning, I feel as though I could go for a run.
Yes, if the spell’s worked, you probably could,
the woman said. But let’s not risk that just yet. You take yourself to the bathroom if you think you can, and I’ll tag along just in case you find you need help. You can get a kind of false start with some of these spells, where you feel better but then go back again. It’s not common, but it does happen, so better safe than sorry, wouldn’t you say?
Definitely,
Tif said, throwing back the covers and swinging his legs out of bed.
They set off together. The attendant stayed close just in case, but Tif made it easily there and back. Apart from a little tightness in the region of his wound and a slight feeling of weakness, he felt perfectly well. He ate breakfast and waited impatiently for the physician to arrive.
It was midmorning and he’d almost finished the assigned reading before he heard the unmistakable sound of the physician’s voice in the next room. He quickly finished the section he was reading, marked his place, and laid the book aside. He was sitting up waiting expectantly when the physician finally came through the door.
Apprentice Tifan, good morning,
she said as she breezed into the room. Your attendant tells me your healing magic seems to have done its job, is that right?
I think so,
Tif said. I feel completely different this morning.
Yes, that’s the way it usually works. If you’d just lie back and let me have a look, and if everything looks as it should, you’ll be able to go back to barracks.
Tif obediently lay back on the bed, determined to do nothing to prejudice his chances of getting out of there. He was most chagrined when he couldn’t control a little yelp of pain as the physician probed his wound, but to his relief, she seemed unconcerned.
Yes, it’s going to be tender for a while,
she said. The tissues are just newly-healed, and the nature of the spell means that they’re only just knit together right now. It takes a little time for the spell to consolidate the repair. Be careful that you don’t have any impacts on that side if you can possibly help it for at least a week and try to resist the urge to poke at it. It may itch, too. Try not to scratch it. If you absolutely have to, do so as gently and with as light a touch as you can. All right?
Yes, Ma’am,
Tif said.
No heavy exercise for a week,
the physician said. You can walk, you can do some stretching exercises if you wish. In fact, those can be beneficial as long as you take care. You can try running for short periods to start building up your fitness again, but no jumping, weapons practice or anything like that.
No, Ma’am,
Tif said. His heart sank a little, but right then, he’d have agreed to anything to get out of there.
I’ll see you in a week, then,
the physician said. The attendant will bring you a note for your tutors and another for the matron of your dormitory along with a bottle of painkiller. You may find you need it, especially for the first few days. You’ll need to wait for those, but then you may go.
Yes, Ma’am. Thank you, Ma’am,
Tif said gratefully.
An impatient half hour later, he was on his way, his books, his notes and his bottle of medicine carefully stowed away in the satchel he’d been issued to carry his stuff to classes in, eager to finally make the acquaintance of his fellow apprentices and settle into his new life.
Classes would start tomorrow, so he didn’t have much time to do that. But even so, he couldn’t stop from gawking as he walked. To think this whole city was underground.
Weird,
he said to himself. This would take some getting used to.
CHAPTER THREE - TREN
Tren laid aside her tools and took her time examining the blade and testing the point of the knife against her thumb. She made a last pass over the blade with her oily rag before sliding it back into its sheath and rising to put it in her locker, pointedly ignoring her audience.
You ought to watch yourself,
Mirris said, glowering. After all, all sorts of accidents can happen on the practice grounds.
Yes,
Tren said flatly, fixing Mirris with a steady gaze. They can, can’t they?
Are you threatening me?
Mirris demanded, taking a step back.
She didn’t seem to like having her own threats thrown back at her. Apparently, though, the retreat had been involuntary because she made haste to correct that indication of fear, looming forward again even more belligerently than before.
No, dear,
Tren said with a chilly smile. I’m promising. If anyone tries to attack me, I will defend myself, and when I do, I will do my utmost to persuade them what a really bad idea it was. That’s my promise.
Mirris looked disconcerted for a moment, then she snorted. I shouldn’t think you’re up to much, anyway,
she said dismissively. I mean, what kind of dragonfighter has to wait years before they’re good enough to even begin formal training?
The sycophants all snickered and Tren felt a hot spurt of anger. She’d known that was what people would think, but to have it said in so many words was something else again. She suppressed the anger ruthlessly. She wasn’t about to start trading insults with Mirris, and besides, it was always a good thing when your enemy underestimated you. They’d find out that they were wrong soon enough.
I guess we’ll see when we all hit the practice ground, won’t we?
she said placidly, although she struggled to keep her voice from shaking with fury.
She turned away, ignoring them, and put her knife away before turning to her chest and taking out textbook, pen and paper and sitting down at her desk with them. When she looked up again, her roommates were in a little knot at the far end of the room, whispering together and shooting baleful looks at her when they thought she wasn’t looking.
Good, that had got rid of them. Tren put them firmly out of her mind and settled to her work. There was a bunch of reading that she had to catch up, plus an assignment that the others had already handed in. She had an extension so she could get it done, but she needed to get onto that before she had a pile of other work to worry about.
She did take the time though, to devise a nice little spell that would not only prevent access to her chest and locker to anyone but her but would also tell her if anyone tried. She didn’t trust her new roommates any further than she could throw them. She also set it to deliver a nice little stinging slap to any hand that touched the spell.
The whole thing left her feeling rather depressed again. Perhaps she could have handled that better, although something of the sort had been bound to happen at some stage. Mirris would want to assert her authority over Tren as she did over the others, and Tren wasn’t about to bow to that, so a confrontation was inevitable, really.
Tren gave a mental shrug and turned her attention back to her work. It was probably just as well to get the ground rules laid down earlier rather than later, and she’d never expected to make friends here anyway, so there was no real loss. Now, hopefully, they’d leave her alone and she could get on with what she was here for. She opened her book and began to read about tactics for unarmed combat.
Half an hour later, she was bored out of her skull. So far, she hadn’t read a single thing that her father hadn’t been teaching her and Tif since shortly after they were able to walk. It was also quite noisy in the room, and she was almost certain the other girls were deliberately trying to disrupt her concentration. Something seemed to hit the floor with a clatter every minute or so, and she was fairly sure they weren’t all that clumsy.
With a sigh, she packed up her things, shoved them in the satchel she’d been given to carry her books around in, slung it over her shoulder, and left the room. She got two steps before she turned around and hurried back, pretending to have forgotten something. What she actually did was cast the same spell she’d put on her chest and locker on her bed.
It had just occurred to her that a fairly obvious trick if her roommates wanted to get back at her would be to interfere with her bed, and she really didn’t want to have to wash out her bedding or find her sheets sewn together or something equally inconvenient. Then, that small job done, she went on her way again, feeling much more secure.
There was a library somewhere in the training complex and Tren knew they were allowed to use it, but she didn’t know exactly where it was. She assumed it would have someplace where she could study, and it seemed like a better option than sitting around while her roommates did their best to distract her. She’d been shown the matron’s office when she came in and advised to go there for anything she needed, so she headed there for directions.
A quarter of an hour later, she stood outside the library and looked at it with appreciation. It stood on the opposite side of a square to the temple, the two buildings both built out of white marble and matching each other in size and grandeur. Well-groomed lawns and beautifully-kept garden beds occupied the space between, and there were paths, seats, even a fountain spewing water into the air.
The two other sides of the square were occupied by smaller buildings, mostly administrative offices for the temple staff and housing for the priests and functionaries. It was just like any other temple complex that she’d seen except that the whole thing was underground.
Tren was still getting used to that. It still gave her a very strange feeling to look up and see, not blue sky and sunshine, but a rocky roof liberally peppered with magical lights. And the fact that they built actual buildings with roofs had made no sense to her at all until her father had informed her that they had weather down here.
It rained. It got cold. The sun – or, at least, the lights - beat down in summer, it occasionally snowed in winter. There were night and day. There was even wind. The makers, he had explained, had tried to make it as little like living underground and as much like living on the surface as possible.
Going underground had been the only way to avoid discovery by the dragons, but they realised that many people would find it uncomfortable. There was also the problem that children born and raised underground were likely to have problems with agoraphobia when they went above ground.
Going above ground and being able to cope there was essential, of course, because they existed to fight the Baraniti. Therefore, the designers had tried to build something as much like a surface city as possible, although, even then, most families chose to raise their children out in the world to prevent those problems from arising.
Getting used to living underground was much easier than the other way around. Instead of separate small caves, the dragonfighters had built huge, open caverns that ran for leagues and were tall enough to contain two, three or even four-storey buildings. Even tall forest trees could grow down here. There were huge columns of rock dotted about to support the roofs, of course, but wherever possible they were disguised.
Tren had to admit that they’d succeeded admirably. There were a few quirks, like the fact that the city was built on many levels rather than being spread out on one, but that was a necessary compromise. Other than that, unless she happened to look up or be close to the wall of a cavern, Tren could almost imagine that she was still above ground.
The lights were designed to exactly mimic sunlight, and there was rain and other weather just as there was above, hence the ability to grow plants and even trees down here. In fact, according to Prand, the magic that caused it was set up to exactly mimic what was happening above. If it was raining up there, it was raining down here. The city was an impressive feat, a marriage of engineering and magic.
But this wasn’t getting her study done. With a last look around, Tren walked purposefully up the steps of the library and through the door. As soon as she stepped inside, she found herself wrapped in an atmosphere of calm, quiet industry that was very restful. It was certainly a nice change from the atmosphere in the dormitory.
Yes, she could work here. In fact, she could see herself spending most of her free time here. It would be a very good place to get on with her work without interruption. A quick question to the librarian on duty, and she was shown to what the man referred to as a reading room, a large room filled with lines of desks where people dressed in the uniforms of the various services sat studying.
You can sit anywhere,
the librarian explained. You can read for as long as you want. If you take books off the shelves, just leave them on the desk when you’re finished.
He nodded to one of his colleagues, who was walking down an aisle picking up books and placing them in the trolley she was wheeling. We’ll collect them and put them away.
Isn’t that a little unfair?
Tren asked before she could stop herself.
The librarian grinned. Not really,
he said. We prefer it that way. We used to have people put the books back themselves and you wouldn’t believe the chaos. People seem to think that somewhere on the right shelf, or even any shelf, will do. We couldn’t find a thing, and neither could anyone else. Believe me, this way is much better.
Tren laughed. Yes, I can see that, I guess.
Come with me and I’ll give you a quick tour and explain where everything is and what the procedures are if you want to take a book out,
the man said, leading the way.
Ten minutes later, when they arrived back in the reading room, Tren had a good idea of how the library worked. She was fairly confident that she could find at least the right section now, she’d learned how the catalogue worked, and she was beginning to feel at home in the place. Her guide was a very good teacher.
Thank you,
she said with real feeling. "I think I’ll be able