Endgame
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The battle is over and normal life has resumed. For Tren, that means a return to the apprentice barracks and basic training, where final exams are creeping ever closer. Tif returns to his work in weapon development.
Meanwhile, their father, Prand, has been into Barana and heard the new prophecy firsthand. He has returned with the news that a pair of twins were born to kill the High Priest of Baranitus and thus ensure the end of this war and another hundred years of peace, should they succeed.
He believes that Tren and Tif are those twins. He advises them to start training and studying now so they will be ready when the time comes.
Suddenly, the knowledge that they will almost certainly have to go on a difficult and dangerous mission into the heart of Barana itself is on both the twins’ shoulders.
Meanwhile, the search is on for other sets of twins who fit the criteria, and Prand’s political enemies are determined to find some, and to frustrate his attempts to investigate further.
Prand is certain that they will eventually have to admit that Tif and Tren are the correct twins, but while they wait for the High Command to make up its mind, people are dying in ongoing Baraniti attacks. And when an entire city is wiped out in a dragon attack, they find themselves left with a stark choice.
Do they continue to wait for the political wrangling to sort itself out while people outside the strongholds continue to die in their thousands? Or do they take matters into their own hands and do what needs to be done in defiance of the High Command in the hope of stopping the slaughter?
To do so would be to put their careers and maybe even their lives on the line even if they make it back. To continue to wait means watching hundreds, perhaps thousands of their people die, all the time knowing that they could be doing something about it.
Are they willing to give up everything to do what’s right? Can they live with themselves if they don’t? Those are not easy questions, but Tif, Tren and Prand will have to find an answer that they can live with.
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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Endgame - Ashley Abbiss
CHAPTER ONE
Oh, it’s you.
Allanda, the woman in the room next door to Tren’s, poked her head out as Tren walked past. Have you been out practising again?
Of course,
Tren said. Exams are coming up fast, and I need to do well. My whole future hinges on this.
Allanda shook her head as she withdrew back into her room.
Tren went on her way, reflecting that she was gaining a reputation for being excessively nervous about her final exams. Her stock explanation when someone asked about all the work she was putting in lately was, Well, I want to specialise in magic, so I absolutely have to do well enough to get into the Dragon Force
.
She knew some of them thought she was weird, especially since they knew that she was already a magical protegee and almost guaranteed Dragon Force acceptance, but what else was she supposed to say? She could hardly tell them that her father had told her to train hard because she and her brother would be going to Barana to attempt to assassinate the High Priest and end this war.
Now, could she? Being considered to be obsessed with the exams was bad enough. She didn’t need to be the local crazy woman as well. Especially since she was still struggling to come to terms with it all herself. And besides, she did need to do well if she was to be able to apply to join the Dragon Force. Magical protegee or not, there were standards to be met.
She might be more or less guaranteed entry if she passed the entrance exam, but she still needed to pass, didn’t she? And failing would be doubly embarrassing for her. Not only was she a magical protegee, but her brother, her twin, no less, was already a yeoman, and she was still an apprentice. And she was supposed to be the bright one of the family. How humiliating was that?
Her brother Tif and her three officer cadet friends had been allowed to step right over final exams and all that nonsense and move straight into their careers as soon as martial law came into force. The friends had been close to the end of their cadet course anyway, and the Technology Corps could hardly wait to grab Tif. In fact, they’d promoted and assigned him that very same day!
Yet, despite being called in to help the dragonkillers in the recent battle, despite having put her life on the line in battle, despite having fought and even killed a dragon on her own after the dragonkillers themselves had been decimated in the fighting, Tren had been sent back to the apprentice barracks and her training as soon as the battle was over.
She was still trying to work out the logic behind that. She assumed there must be some, although the whole thing felt terribly unfair to her. It had been really hard to settle back into the life of an apprentice after serving in a professional capacity like that.
Especially since training had continued for the other apprentices, so she’d found herself, once again, behind in her work. It was as though life had gone on without her, as though she didn’t count for anything. The magicians had been happy to have her help, but they didn’t want to keep her, and the apprentices hadn’t waited for her.
If she was strictly honest with herself, she’d struggled not to fall into depression that first week back. It was as if she didn’t fit, didn’t belong anywhere any more. The experiences she’d had during the battle set her apart from the other apprentices, for whom life had gone on as usual and the battle had been no more than an exciting diversion.
She wasn’t sure she would have managed to settle even now if not for her father returning from his mission to Barana with the news that he believed the Kaldish who had been hunting them on their way there to the stronghold to be correct, and that she and Tif were the twins mentioned in the Oracle of Orans.
That had most definitely got her attention and, when her father had suggested that it would be just as well for them to step up their training in preparation for the mission he was positive they were going to be sent on, she had taken that to heart. She wasn’t sure what Tif was doing about it, but she’d immediately started to train and study harder. Perhaps it was just that it gave her an excuse to be different.
But if Prand was right, then she needed to be as ready as she could manage, not just physically, but magically and in every other way as well. One could not expect, for instance, to make one’s way through a foreign country without knowing anything of the society and culture and not expect to stand out like a sore thumb.
True, they would have Prand with them, and he was used to sneaking around Barana. As she and her brother had recently discovered, he’d been doing it successfully for decades. And as the Lord of Clandestine Ops, he was the best of the best. But, even so, they couldn’t rely on him for everything.
They would need to know how to behave as Baraniti, too, if they were to make it through successfully. So, as well as catching up the work she was behind; as well as studying for her final exams, which were creeping ever closer, she’d begun to train harder and also set herself to research both battle and general magic and Baraniti social customs.
It was a heck of a workload. The one thing that could be said for it was that she no longer had time to brood about her situation. She was working almost from the moment she woke up in the morning until her head hit the pillow when the lights went out at night. She even ate her meals with a book propped up in front of her these days.
Amazingly enough, she was enjoying the work and not really finding it stressful at all. Battle magic or something similar was what she wanted to specialise in, and the research was giving her a good insight into the sorts of things she would be dealing with if she did decide to take that path.
And she was finding out that knowing your enemy was a very good thing to do. The reading she was doing into Baraniti society was serving to humanise the Baraniti, and that in turn, was cutting them down to size, making them seem less terrifying, more human, and therefore, more beatable.
Not that she hadn’t already fought a few engagements and lived to tell the tale, but somehow, she’d always thought that was due more to luck than ability. The Baraniti, and especially the Kaldish, had remained huge, powerful and daunting in her mind. Now, she was changing that, and it could only be a good thing.
Respect for one’s enemy was a healthy thing. Being intimidated by them didn’t work so well. It was a weakness that she’d actually failed to recognise until the reading started to change it, but one she was glad to leave behind. She was reasonably confident that, next time she was in that sort of situation, she would do better.
She dropped her stuff in her room, grabbed her bathing things and headed for the baths, feeling sweaty and grubby after her workout. The baths were one of her favourite things about the barracks, a touch of pure luxury that she appreciated very much.
There were hot springs beneath the caverns of the city, and hot water from those was pumped up to fill the baths. It had a slightly sulphurous smell, but she was more than happy to accept that in exchange for the luxury of being able to bathe at any time of the day without waiting for water to heat.
The water was continually circulated, so it was always clean and hot and ready to be enjoyed. Tren disrobed quickly and slipped into her chosen pool. There were four of these, each capable of holding several people. Today, she’d chosen the one furthest from the door, where she could hope to be alone. She wasn’t in the mood for company.
She washed first, scrubbing her body and hair clean, and then lay back, letting herself float, letting the warm water soak out the tension and soothe the sore bits. She’d been sparring with one of the officer cadets, and he’d got in a couple of good whacks that she thought were probably going to bruise.
But that was all right. At least he’d given her a good workout. That was something that was difficult to find among the current crop of apprentices, Tren had discovered. She’d been trained by Prand, of course, but she’d also worked and trained as a town guard and fought in a couple of life and death encounters on the way there.
The apprentices were kids. Even the ones who’d been well-trained by their parents before starting their formal training lacked any real-world experience. That was what made the difference, she thought. They treated training more or less like a game and therefore they lacked intensity. Or something. She wasn’t quite sure what it was. All she knew was that they didn’t push her nearly hard enough.
Being able to beat green kids wasn’t enough, not when she was facing the prospect of having to possibly fight her way through Barana. Well, hopefully, not through all of Barana, but certainly, they may have to fight their way through the temple complex to get to the High Priest.
And his guards were going to be a whole lot more serious than a bunch of teenage apprentices. They would be highly-trained Kaldish, the assassin caste of the Baraniti, and Warnish, the priestly caste. There may even be Hovarnash with their dragons. In fact, there was almost certain to be.
Come to think of it, perhaps she’d better start researching dragonkiller spells and techniques as well as battle magic. She’d avoided doing that up till then. She hadn’t liked the dragonkillers, finding them arrogant and boastful, and that had put her off everything to do with them.
But that was stupid, really. Just because they were odious as people didn’t mean they didn’t know what they were doing when it came to fighting dragons, and if she might soon be fighting dragons herself, she needed that expertise.
She couldn’t count on another dragon obligingly presenting its eye to be shot at, as had happened in the recent battle. And she certainly didn’t intend to die just because she was too proud to take help where she could get it.
With an abrupt movement, Tren sat up, pushing her wet hair back and wiping water from her eyes. She needed to know more about what her father had found out. She needed to know what she was facing. She needed to know why Prand was so insistent that she and Tif were the ones the prophecy was talking about.
When he’d told them about it, Prand had made it sound as though the whole thing was perfectly clear and there was no question that they were the ones it meant. But then, in virtually the next breath, he’d said that the High Command would argue for months looking at different sets of twins.
Tren hadn’t thought of it at the time, but those two statements didn’t match. And while she didn’t know much – well, anything at all, when you got right down to it – about Baraniti prophecy, there were plenty of examples of Aranisti ones in the scriptures. And one thing was for sure: no one could claim that they were either clear or straightforward.
Of course, it was possible that Baranitus spoke to his followers in plain language, but Tren didn’t think so, somehow. If that was so, then why was there an entire section of the Cyphers Unit devoted to unravelling the meaning of his prophecies?
And if the prophecy that was supposed to be about her and Tif was the usual cryptic mumbo-jumbo, it could be open to all sorts of interpretations. She really wanted to hear it for herself. More to the point, she wanted to know what people conversant with Baraniti prophecy thought of it.
Her father had promised to explain in greater detail when he next met with them. That was supposed to have been that very night, but Tren had received a message yesterday informing her that he couldn’t make it. He was being sent out as part of a delegation to the surrounding towns and would be away for a couple of weeks at least.
The strongholds and the dragonfighters themselves were supposed to be supported by tithes from the general populace so they didn’t have to earn a living and could spend all their time training and protecting the country. Which was fair enough since they put their lives on the line so the rest of the population didn’t have to.
But over the two hundred years since war last broke out, people had slowly stopped tithing. The dragonfighters (except for a few like Tren and Tif) might have known that the Baraniti and their dragons were still there, but the popular belief was that there were no more dragons, that they had been exterminated and war would never come again. Wishful thinking, perhaps.
However that belief had come about, the result was that the dragonfighters had come to be seen as obsolete, unnecessary, and undeserving of support. In fact, they’d become, according to some, lazy parasites making themselves rich off the backs of hard-working families. The tithes had eventually dried up, except for those of the truly devout, who saw tithing as their religious duty.
Unable to sway public opinion, largely because the dragons had been decimated, if not totally destroyed and were no longer seen, there had been nothing the dragonfighters could do except to accept the new order. The strongholds, already growing some of their food, moved towards complete self-sufficiency.
Dragonfighter families, no longer required to continually train and fight, began to find work and earn their own keep. But now, the Baraniti and the dragons were back, and every dragonfighter who was fit and active was needed equipped and ready to fight at a moment’s notice.
Now, instead of working the farms, they would be training for battle. Some of the fitter non-combatants, those who for some reason couldn’t fight but were still well and reasonably able, would be drafted in to help fill the gaps in the agricultural workforce, but it wouldn’t be enough to ensure that full production continued. They needed those tithes.
CHAPTER TWO
So, it had been decided to strike while the iron was hot. Accordingly, a delegation was being sent out to those settlements that the stronghold had just saved from attack to demand the reinstatement of full tithing. It was reasoned that, if they could get to them while they were still shaken, before they had time to forget how scared they’d been, they’d have a better chance.
And Prand was to be part of that delegation. Tren could quite see that it was an important job and that it couldn’t be put off. She could also see why her father had been included. Here, he was a lord and a hero. In his other life in the outside world, he was a local businessman, well-known in the surrounding district. He was a good choice all around. But it was still frustrating that she’d have to wait weeks more to find out what she wanted to know.
She’d also had a message from Tif, telling her that he’d be down to take her to dinner anyway. That would be pleasant. She saw almost nothing of her brother these days since she was stuck down here, and he was busy up on Level Four. It would be good to get together and catch up with each other’s news.
But it still wouldn’t answer her questions. It really was most vexing. But right now, she’d better get out of here and get some work done if she was going to be spending the evening with Tif. She wrung the worst of the water out of her hair and headed for the edge of the pool.
By the time she went out to meet Tif a few hours later, she’d finished the assignment she was working on and was up to date with her classwork at long last. It felt good to get that out of the way. That was the last assignment of the course. Now, she could concentrate on her personal study and her final exams.
Those were coming up fast. Only a few weeks now. She wasn’t sure whether it was two weeks or three before lessons ended, but she knew it was close. Then there would be a week off in which they could devote themselves to studying for the exams, and then there would be the exams themselves. Four or five weeks and basic training would be over.
She wondered briefly where she would end up after that. Everyone graduated as an OS, of course. She would immediately apply to the Dragon Force, but that wasn’t instant, even if she was accepted. There was an entrance exam, and then she would have to wait for the results of that and then wait to see if they accepted her.
She imagined that, even with the expedited acceptance she’d been promised for her part in the battle, even being a magical protegee, that process would take time. No doubt, there was a procedure that had to be followed and, since no one had seen fit to take any shortcuts with her so far, she didn’t think the advent of martial law would affect that process, either, whatever it was.
All of which meant that she could be waiting a month or more to hear. And meantime, she would be expected to serve in her capacity as an OS. OSs were the general dogsbodies of the army. The regular soldiers, the clerks, the sentries, the janitors and lift crews were all OSs. She might be assigned to anything.
She shrugged. Oh well, it would all be experience. She hopefully would not be there forever, whatever it was. And if she was assigned to something basic that she could forget about at the end of her shift, like sentry duty or working the lifts, that would actually be good. It would give her time to continue with her study and training.
She’d left a little early, deciding to walk out to the lift station to meet Tif, and now, as she approached, she could see a lift car making its ponderous way down from above, clanking and swaying. She wondered if that was the one Tif was on.
This was the time he’d said he’d be arriving, so he was probably on either this one or the next. Tif was one of those people who are always on time. Tren hurried forward as the lift descended and the crew moved to secure it. She was still a short distance away when the doors opened and Tif stepped out.
He waved. She waved back and slowed her pace, looking him over as she waited for him to come up with her. He looked happy, she noticed. The new job must be going well. And he definitely suited that uniform. He was quite the little heartthrob, in fact. She’d bet money that all the single females on Level Four were swooning over him.
She caught her breath sharply, surprised by a sudden, quite unexpected jolt of jealousy. She’d thought she’d come to terms with the fact that he’d been advanced and she hadn’t, but apparently, that wound was still a little raw. She just wished she understood why she’d been left where she was. Maybe then, she wouldn’t feel so abandoned.
Hi, sis,
Tif said, grinning.
The jealousy fled as quickly as it had come. It was the same old Tif. He hadn’t changed at all. Tren stepped forward into the hug he offered.
So, how are things up on Level Four?
she asked as she stepped back and they began to walk back towards the settlement.
Good,
Tif said. I’m still getting used to it, of course. But no, it’s good.
He barked a laugh. I was kind of terrified, you know. I mean, I worked out how to do the membrane thing, but that was almost an accident. I was scared that I would never do anything like that again and end up a failure.
Tren snorted. Like that was going to happen!
Well, no, it didn’t,
Tif said. Not so far, anyway. But it might have. And I tell you, Tren, being jumped ahead the way I was might seem like a lucky break, but it definitely has its problems too. Remember how you had trouble when they put you ahead in magic and you had to struggle to catch up because you didn’t know the terms and definitions and all that basic stuff?
Yeah.
Well, same principle, except that I don’t have a textbook to help me. There’s so much I don’t know that I didn’t even realise I needed to know. And now I’m having to just pick it up as I go along, and I’m not even sure I’m going to learn all of it. I have this horrible feeling that I’m going to be limping along for the rest of my career, tripping over things I don’t know because I never learned them in basic training. Never be sorry they didn’t push you ahead too, Tren. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be, believe me.
You’re not sorry you’re there, though, are you?
Tren asked.
In that way, I am,
Tif said. It would be a lot easier if I’d learnt that stuff along with everyone else. But not for the rest of it, no. That’s good.
Well, that’s good to hear. And you do know that you can find the same textbooks we use in class in the library, don’t you? At least, you can down here. It might pay to check with the one on Level Four. Then, you could do the reading in your own time and fill in the gaps.
That’s a really good idea,
Tif said. I hadn’t thought of that. I’ll definitely check. Although, it might have to wait until after we’ve done this stuff Pa told us to. I don’t have any free time now, let alone adding anything else!
Join the club!
Tren said.
They walked on, laughing, until they reached the square outside the library.
You want to eat in a sit-down place or at the street stalls?
Tif asked. I assume the reservation Pa made has been cancelled. Not that we could afford that place anyway.
Yeah, he did that yesterday when he let me know he wouldn’t be coming,
Tren said. The message said that the messenger who brought it was going to cancel it, so I didn’t have to bother. Street stalls are fine. They’re cheaper, the food’s just as good, and we don’t have to mind our manners so much.
Tif chuckled at that one. Then let’s start at that place Knight Valina introduced me to,
he said. I love those spicy pasties and there’s nothing like them on Level Four. Not that I’ve managed to find yet, anyway.
Suits me,
Tren said. They are rather nice, I must admit. So, what are you working on now?
she asked as they began to walk again. Or am I not allowed to ask?
You’re probably not supposed to, but no one’s told me to keep quiet, so that’s all right,
Tif said. I have a list of about half a dozen things from the battle, actually. I thought I’d struggle to find things to work on, you know, but I found the first one before I even got promoted.
How did you manage that?
Tren asked.
Well, it has to do with why I had to run down all those stairs to let the High Command know about the incoming Baraniti army,
Tif said.
But just then they arrived at the food stall, so the conversation was suspended while they bought their food.
Anyway,
Tif said as they walked away again, clutching their dinner, Knight Valina thought we may have been the first to see the Baraniti because we were up so high, but think about it, Tren. There are sentries all over these mountains, both close in and away out. The outer ones wouldn’t have been that far behind us in spotting them, but I know for a fact that it was over two hours after I got there that any of them got a message through. Do you know why?
I assume you must have been in a better situation than you thought for spotting them first,
Tren said as they reached a park and seated themselves side by side on a bench.
No, that’s not it,
Tif said around a mouthful of meat and pastry. The outer sentries spotted them about ten minutes after we did.
Well, then, I’m stumped,
Tren said.
The reason is the same one that made me run down all those steps,
Tif said. There is no quick method of communication between here and the sentry posts. They have to physically send a runner back with the message.
What? But that doesn’t even make sense,
Tren said. If the Baraniti had been closer when they were spotted or had been travelling faster, we may not have had time to prepare. Or the messenger might not even have made it through if there were scouts in the hills. It could have been a disaster.
I know. It doesn’t make sense. But that’s the way it’s done. Even in here, there’s no way to send a message except to have someone run up and down all those stairs or clank around in the lifts. I can’t believe no one’s ever thought to do something about it.
Maybe there was a way once, but it’s been forgotten or something,
Tren said. It has been two hundred years since the last war, after all.
Well, I prefer that explanation to the one where no one ever thought of it at all,
Tif said. But anyway, that’s what I’m working on at the moment. It’s not exactly weapon development, but it is related, and Knight Boltas is happy for me to do it. We’ve got a group of technologists and engineers working together on it.
That definitely sounds like valuable work,
Tren said. That could save a lot of lives.
Hopefully,
Tif said. "I still can’t really believe that a society that has some brilliant engineers and magic has never worked this out before. And then, when we were in the battle, I noticed that the catapults don’t seem to have any kind of targeting system. They just keep making test shots until they get the right range. That seems bizarre to me, too, so I’m hoping to work on that when I’ve finished the message thing. And I’m fairly sure there has to be a better way to raise and lower the emergency lift than that hand crank. Although, part of that may be to do with the enemy being able to find the entrances by sensing the magic. But even so, I can’t see that it’s necessary to have to crank the thing the entire way."
I could go along with that,
Tren said. I had to crank it all the way up to Level Twelve with a wounded colleague after I killed that dragon, and I can tell you, it’s bloody hard work!
You killed that dragon?
Tif asked. The one that you saved me from?
Well, yeah. Once you’d gone, I tried to sneak away, but it spotted me. I managed to kill it before it killed me.
Can you prove it?
Tif asked intently.
Yes, actually. A magician named Wonin saw the whole thing. He was the injured colleague that I took up to Level Twelve. He’d broken his leg. Why? Don’t you believe me?
Yes, of course. But a dragonkiller named Attro is claiming the kill.
Typical!
Tren said. "That does not surprise me at all. The dragonkillers as a group are arrogant, conceited and condescending, and Attro is one of the worst. He was supposed to be giving us a crash course in dragonkilling, but mostly what he did was strut around and boast about how wonderful he was.
"He couldn’t even have ever faced a dragon because they weren’t around before. But that didn’t stop him. It was only because we were all good at magic anyway that we managed to learn anything at all. He was next to useless as a teacher.
Actually, that makes me really angry. Not that I don’t get credit for the kill, that doesn’t matter. But to think that he’s trying to steal it to make himself look good. He’ll probably get a medal or something, and he doesn’t even deserve it. That really makes my blood boil.
So, who’s this Wonin bloke?
He was another of the ones, like me, who got drafted in to fill in the gaps in the dragonkiller ranks,
Tren said. He works in the General Magic Unit, but I can’t remember whether he’s a yeoman or a squire.
So, how did you manage to kill a dragon? That thing was huge. I don’t ever want to see one that close up again.
"Me neither. I was trying to climb up that bank above the cave, hoping to get away while the dragon was busy burning more forest. I would probably have made it, too, except that the smoke from the fires made me cough. Next thing, I look up and there’s this huge eye not ten paces away, looking right at me.
"It started to turn so it was facing me, presumably so it could breathe fire at me. I knew I only had that one chance, so I formed a lance from magic and half-threw, half-thrust it at the eye. And that was that. It kind of reared up, then fell over backwards, crushing its rider, and rolled down the hill until it hit a tree trunk.
"I heard someone say, ‘Good kill’, and I looked up to see Wonin standing there. I said something about I bet the dragonkillers try to take the credit, and he said no, they couldn’t because he’d seen the whole thing. Although, it looks as though they’re going to anyway.
But anyway, Wonin had a broken leg, and we knew that was the last dragon, so we found the cave entrance and I took him up to Level Twelve to get help. Actually, the medics who were working there know about it, too, because I was covered in dragon blood, and I remember they asked about it. Come to that, the dragonkiller armourers noticed it when I returned the armour. But no doubt Attro will get away with claiming it and become a hero.
CHAPTER THREE
Tren shrugged. Whatever. I tell you, Tif, I am definitely never becoming a dragonkiller. I was thinking about it, but after seeing what the culture is like, I wouldn’t go near it.
Tif wrinkled his nose. I can see why. They sound charming.
Oh, they are. About as charming as a nest of vipers. Have you been doing anything about the stuff Pa told us to do?
Yeah, I’ve been doing a bit of training in my time off and trying to think of ways my membranes or other traps could be used. The trouble is, I generally do better just making those things up as I go along. You know, you can’t predict what the circumstances are going to be, can you? I could think up a dozen different things, and none of them might be any use when we get there.
Yeah, I can see that, I guess.
How about you?
Tif asked.
Yeah, I’m trying to work out for at least an extra hour each day, and I’ve started reading up about Baraniti society, and battle magic and all that. I’m doing as much as I can. But I had to catch up after the battle, and then there are final exams coming up in a few weeks. It’s definitely keeping me busy. But I’ve just finished my final assignment, so that’s one thing off my plate. Except now, I’ve got to start studying for exams.
Yeah, it’s not easy finding the time,
Tif said. And I never even thought of reading up about Baraniti customs and all that. That’s a really good idea. I’ll have to see what I can find.
Yeah, we’re going to need to be able to pass as Baraniti,
Tren said. At least to a casual glance. Even Pa isn’t going to be able to get us through unless we can at least look like Baraniti. It’s actually quite fascinating, and it definitely sounds like the kind of society where failing to behave correctly towards an upper-class person could get you in a lot of trouble, so I’d do that if I were you.
She sighed I just wish I knew what the prophecy actually says. Pa made it sound terribly plain and straightforward, but I’ve never noticed that about prophecy, myself. I’d really like to know whether all this is actually worth it.
Thought you might feel that way,
Tif smirked. He reached inside his shirt and pulled out a folded paper, which he handed to Tren.
Where did you get this?
Tren gasped.
I’ve made a few friends here and there,
Tif said. But for Aranisul’s sake, don’t wave that around or tell anyone you’ve got it. The High Command is keeping it under wraps until they decide what to do about it. My friend was not supposed to copy it and he certainly wasn’t supposed to hand it on. He could be in a lot of trouble if it becomes known that he did.
Got it,
Tren said.
He got it for me because he knows we may be involved,
Tif said. And I wonder if Pa will actually talk to us about it now that the High Command has gone all secretive. You know how uptight he is about rules.
Tren burst out laughing. Yeah, the teenage tearaway turns into the super-correct, uptight adult. It’s totally bizarre.
She abruptly stopped laughing and turned to look at her brother. "You know, it is bizarre. It’s so bizarre that I’m not entirely sure I believe in it when I stop to think about it.
I mean, it’s not like he’s some mild-mannered, nerdy procurement clerk or something, is it? He’s the Lord of Clandestine Ops, so there has to be a fair bit of that tearaway still in there somewhere. I remember once when we were in the cave, he went out to see where the Kaldish were, and he came back grinning from ear to ear and said he’d forgotten how much fun that was. I wonder if he’s as uptight and starchy as he appears, or if he feels he has to set a good example for us or something.
What, you mean he’s doing the whole responsible parent thing and he’s someone different with everybody else?
Tif asked.
Yeah.
Tif looked thoughtful. It could be, you know. According to the same friend who got the you-know-what for me, the people who work for Pa virtually worship him, and I can’t really see clandestine operatives doing that for the sort of person who got his knickers in a knot over me staying up a bit later when your room was trashed, can you?
Did he?
Tren asked.
Oh, hell, yeah. He got this really pained expression when I started to follow him back to your dormitory and said I should go to my dorm because he’d already got me one dispensation to stay out late and he couldn’t be seen to be favouring his children.
Tren burst out laughing. No, you’re right, that absolutely does not gel with some daredevil clandestine operative, does it? Or the person who climbed the chains for a bet, come to that. And when you think back, he wasn’t really like that on the way here, was he? In fact, he totally enjoyed making us squirm for not believing him about the dragons.
Tren looked at Tif, her eyes dancing. I wonder if he got some criticism for not letting us come for training before.
More likely he got ribbed for having two kids who didn’t believe in dragons,
Tif said. That would be kind of hilarious, wouldn’t it? And it could have happened. After all, he does seem to have been a bit obsessive about the secrecy of the stronghold, doesn’t he? Everyone I’ve talked to about it grew up knowing about it and visiting it at least once, usually many times. The fact that we never did and never had any contact with any other dragonfighters must have influenced how we thought about it all.
Well, I don’t imagine that he’s going to admit it to us if he did,
Tren said. If he did, he’d then have to admit that it’s his fault we didn’t believe him about the dragons.
Yeah, I can’t really see that happening either,
Tif said.
I wonder if it was a lot harder on him than he ever admitted, having to raise us after Ma died,
Tren said.
Perhaps,
Tif said. Although, he made a pretty good job of it overall, didn’t he? I mean, neither of us became criminals or are too screwed up, are we?
No, I guess not. It’s really only his obsession with the whole secrecy thing that caused problems. Unfortunately, it affected quite a big bit of our lives.
Yeah, but when you think about it, you can put that down to his training, don’t you think? I mean, he’s a spy, Tren. Secrecy and keeping secrets are sort of his stock in trade, aren’t they?
Yeah, you’re right, actually. That does explain it, doesn’t it?
Tren said. So, what did you make of the thing, you know, what’s written on this paper you gave me?
"Well, it could be about us, Tif said.
But then again, it could be about some other set of boy/girl twins. There are features that identify them, and those could apply to us, but they could also be interpreted some other way. I’m going with the theory that Pa saw something in there that convinced him rather than that it’s just wishful thinking on his part. He isn’t really the wishful thinking type, and who in their right mind would wish for their children to have to risk their lives on that sort of mission anyway?"
One who considers sneaking up on an encampment of armed and alert Kaldish fun?
Tren said.
Well, yeah, there is that,
Tif said. But anyway, I gave him the benefit of the doubt, and I looked really carefully, but I just can’t see anything in there that would point specifically to us. You can have a look later and see if you can spot anything, but I think we’ll just have to ask him why he’s so convinced that it means us.
Well, he said he’d explain it to us in greater depth,
Tren said. And if your friend wasn’t supposed to hand on the paper, then we should probably just shut up about it. Besides, Pa’s likely to tell us more of what he thinks about it if he doesn’t know we’ve already seen it.
What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him?
Tif said.
And can’t hurt your friend either,
Tren said. Don’t forget, Pa’s become Lord Uptight lately, so we don’t know what he might do about that.
That’s a point,
Tif said. All right, agreed. We keep our mouths shut and these copies to ourselves. Oh, hey, it’s the weekend, isn’t it, so that means it’s late night at the market. Let’s go have a look. I kind of miss the market down here.
Isn’t there one on Level Four?
Tren asked. Surely, there must be.
Oh, yeah, there are three, actually, but they don’t have the same atmosphere as the one here. I don’t know if it’s all the apprentices or what, but this one always has a kind of bright, happy feel, almost as though it’s an ongoing party.
Does it?
Tren asked.
Yeah, it does. You probably don’t notice it. I never really did when I was down here. Probably because I had nothing to compare it to. But now I’ve seen other markets, and this one is definitely the happiest.
If you say so,
Tren said. Come on, then. I can afford to stay out tonight because I’ve just finished the very last assignment of the course, but I have to be in by lights-out, of course. No Pa to get me a dispensation this time.
Oh, yeah, I kind of forgot about that,
Tif said glumly.
You’d have to leave about then in order to get back upstairs in time to get a decent night’s sleep anyway,
Tren said. So, why are we wasting time?
Tif laughed and they both got to their feet. They stopped to wash their hands in the fountain and dispose of their rubbish, and then they headed for the market square, where they spent a happy couple of hours looking at the stalls and meeting people.
Tren hadn’t thought of that, but Tif hadn’t been gone all that long, of course,