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this.”
Toborne put the tip of the poker in the fireplace to burn off the blood. With his other hand, he took a drink of brandy. “Aye, that is my intent.”
Bannon answered a knock at the door and let in two women carrying medical supplies and bandages. One of the women went to Bren and the other to Tatrice. From the way the women were dressed, Tatrice could tell they were both clerics.
“Wait a few more moments,” Toborne said as he took another drink of brandy. “I want to make sure enough time passes.”
The two clerics waited. In the meantime, Tatrice’s pain worsened. She was almost about to plead with Toborne to relent when he nodded to the two clerics. The women went to work bandaging and healing Bren’s and Tatrice’s wounds.
After the two women had finished their work, Toborne ordered Bannon to tie Bren and Tatrice up. “I had hoped to do this more civilized.”
“How could you possibly do this in a civilized manner?” Bren asked.
“It won’t matter anyway. You’ll bring our dragon friends here all worried and frantic. They’ll think you’ve killed us, and they won’t hesitate to burn this place down. I think you’re going to get more than you bargained for when the dragons arrive,” Tatrice said.
Bren bowed his head. “He has the matron of dragons; that’s all the convincing our dragon friends will need.”
Toborne nodded. “One day, you’ll both understand. This isn’t about the Sacred Land or a gaudy show of power. This is about dominance of another kind.” He threw his empty brandy glass into the fireplace, where it shattered.
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Upon hearing the shattering of the glass, Tatrice opened her eyes. Bren was on a small cot next to her, and Toborne was sitting in a wooden chair with his eyes closed at the end of her own cot. Bren appeared to be asleep. She quickly felt her midriff to find no sign of any wounds and equally no pain.
“It was just an illusion,” Toborne said. “Bannon is a decent mindwielder, if not a bit untrained.”
Bren startled awake and checked for wounds, the same as Tatrice, and found none. “What is all this about?”
“Dragons,” Toborne said. “I had to make you believe you were actually hurt or the dragons would not come.” He stretched his arms. “Some call me evil, some think I am beyond redemption, but I would not ram a red-hot poker into a fair maiden’s midriff short of being obligated to do so by war.”
Bren lurched as if he were about to attack.
“I wouldn’t do that, young broodlord. You never can tell what is real and what is an illusion when a mindwielder is near.” He faded out and left Tatrice and Bren in the room alone.
Bren leaped from his cot and checked the door. It was solidly bolted. “Locked,” he said. He went to the window and drew back the curtains to see nothing but stone. “Fake window. We’re locked in here.”
“You think so?” Tatrice grinned. “I would think you would remember what you are, Dragon Knight.” She produced a small Lora Daine from her front pocket.
“So, you have your Lora Daine,” Bren said. “Look at it. That dragon stone is not big enough to transport both of us. It can’t hold enough dragon essence.”
“One of us can go get help.”
“Then what? Amadace and Shadesilver are probably on their way. If Toborne comes in here and finds one of us gone, or if that mindwielder senses one of us has left, we . . .” He looked at the spot where Tatrice was a few moments earlier. She was gone. “Great. She took off before I could even finish going over the dangers of her haphazard, addlebrained plan.” He sat down on her cot. “And now I’m talking to myself.”
Chapter 5: Rogue Assassin
Vesperin tried in vain not to stare at Loracia. The goddess of life radiated vitality and glowed with beauty. He could understand why Vex slew Fawl to have her, forever to be known as Fawlsbane Vex from then after. The goddess was handing Fayne the newly-forged staff of life, companion to the
Toborne put the tip of the poker in the fireplace to burn off the blood. With his other hand, he took a drink of brandy. “Aye, that is my intent.”
Bannon answered a knock at the door and let in two women carrying medical supplies and bandages. One of the women went to Bren and the other to Tatrice. From the way the women were dressed, Tatrice could tell they were both clerics.
“Wait a few more moments,” Toborne said as he took another drink of brandy. “I want to make sure enough time passes.”
The two clerics waited. In the meantime, Tatrice’s pain worsened. She was almost about to plead with Toborne to relent when he nodded to the two clerics. The women went to work bandaging and healing Bren’s and Tatrice’s wounds.
After the two women had finished their work, Toborne ordered Bannon to tie Bren and Tatrice up. “I had hoped to do this more civilized.”
“How could you possibly do this in a civilized manner?” Bren asked.
“It won’t matter anyway. You’ll bring our dragon friends here all worried and frantic. They’ll think you’ve killed us, and they won’t hesitate to burn this place down. I think you’re going to get more than you bargained for when the dragons arrive,” Tatrice said.
Bren bowed his head. “He has the matron of dragons; that’s all the convincing our dragon friends will need.”
Toborne nodded. “One day, you’ll both understand. This isn’t about the Sacred Land or a gaudy show of power. This is about dominance of another kind.” He threw his empty brandy glass into the fireplace, where it shattered.
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Upon hearing the shattering of the glass, Tatrice opened her eyes. Bren was on a small cot next to her, and Toborne was sitting in a wooden chair with his eyes closed at the end of her own cot. Bren appeared to be asleep. She quickly felt her midriff to find no sign of any wounds and equally no pain.
“It was just an illusion,” Toborne said. “Bannon is a decent mindwielder, if not a bit untrained.”
Bren startled awake and checked for wounds, the same as Tatrice, and found none. “What is all this about?”
“Dragons,” Toborne said. “I had to make you believe you were actually hurt or the dragons would not come.” He stretched his arms. “Some call me evil, some think I am beyond redemption, but I would not ram a red-hot poker into a fair maiden’s midriff short of being obligated to do so by war.”
Bren lurched as if he were about to attack.
“I wouldn’t do that, young broodlord. You never can tell what is real and what is an illusion when a mindwielder is near.” He faded out and left Tatrice and Bren in the room alone.
Bren leaped from his cot and checked the door. It was solidly bolted. “Locked,” he said. He went to the window and drew back the curtains to see nothing but stone. “Fake window. We’re locked in here.”
“You think so?” Tatrice grinned. “I would think you would remember what you are, Dragon Knight.” She produced a small Lora Daine from her front pocket.
“So, you have your Lora Daine,” Bren said. “Look at it. That dragon stone is not big enough to transport both of us. It can’t hold enough dragon essence.”
“One of us can go get help.”
“Then what? Amadace and Shadesilver are probably on their way. If Toborne comes in here and finds one of us gone, or if that mindwielder senses one of us has left, we . . .” He looked at the spot where Tatrice was a few moments earlier. She was gone. “Great. She took off before I could even finish going over the dangers of her haphazard, addlebrained plan.” He sat down on her cot. “And now I’m talking to myself.”
Chapter 5: Rogue Assassin
Vesperin tried in vain not to stare at Loracia. The goddess of life radiated vitality and glowed with beauty. He could understand why Vex slew Fawl to have her, forever to be known as Fawlsbane Vex from then after. The goddess was handing Fayne the newly-forged staff of life, companion to the
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