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his pocket, his face unreadable. “I gave you the same relic which had enslaved your mother. It is yours now, to do with as you wish. I advise you to burn it, or drop it in the ocean, or fly it to the moon, but it is not mine to command, it is yours, great dragon.”
More embers dropped from his mouth and turned the room warmer and brighter. “I sense it was not done with a purity of heart.”
“Is it ever?” I asked lightly. “I claim Merlin, Y Ddraig Goch. I claim him and ask that you will not hurt him. Ever.”
“It is not a small request,” he said. The dragon breathed out a long sigh of smoke and yellow flames. His bristling magic filled the room, angry and huge. It pulsed with his breath, in and out.
I nodded and waited.
Merlin stood beside me, head bowed and waiting for whatever fate the dragon chose.
The air in the room began to move, as the dragon’s leathery wings stretched across the expanse of the warehouse. They beat hard as the dragon took to the air. He flew up toward the ceiling, dissolving it a moment before he would have hit it. Those great wings beat faster as he flew upward and higher, toward his own freedom, and I wished him well with all my heart. I wished that I might never see him again.
Merlin turned to me with eyes as unreadable as glass. “Your arm, love.” He ran a finger down the broken bone.
It healed with a blinding pain that was over so quickly I didn’t even have time to gasp for breath.
I heard yells and pounding come from the closed door.
A moment later it opened and the five knights ran in, brandishing their various magical objects.
“Shall we?” I asked Merlin, raising one eyebrow.
A smile came slowly to his face as he took my hand and we faced the knights.
16
The End
I unlocked the door to Morgan’s Ephemera, and Lila and I walked in. The place reeked of burnt paper. There was a row of blackened books near where I had placed the statue of the dragon girl. She was gone, and had left a broken window behind. I counted myself lucky that she had not burned my store down.
“Guess I won’t be reading any more of your books anytime soon,” Lila said.
“I’ll order more immediately,” I countered.
“Speaking of reading, have you seen the headlines?” Lila asked innocently. She handed me the Seattle Times.
I took it from her and looked her over, just as I had a dozen times last night. She was fine. Unharmed except for a bruise around her wrist where they had tied her hands too tight. I skimmed the headlines as I drank my morning coffee.
Yesterday, after those damn knights had thrown magical objects our way and attempted, to fight us, Merlin and I had argued about what we should do with them. First, we set spells on them that would keep them from any more quest mischief. Second, Merlin, ever the gentlemen, gave me three of the billionaire knights to do with as I wished. He claimed the other two.
I’d placed a wealth-dispersal spell to place on each of their heads. The knight’s money would disperse equitably to those most in need across the world, whenever they felt anger, greed, or, in a nasty bit of spellwork, pleasure.
The paper reported that people waking in the slums of Dar Es Salaam had found money floating through the air. The reporter guessed it must have fallen out of a cargo plane. Another story said that the Jamuna River in Bangladesh was full of thousands of small wooden boats filled with coins, but who the mysterious benefactor was, nobody knew. I sipped my coffee, knowing there would be many more such stories after the men checked their bank accounts today.
Merlin’s spell, it seemed, was in the same vein as mine. Two of the world’s richest men had declared themselves monks yesterday, and taken a vow of silence right after they’d given all their vast wealth to various charities. I looked over the list of the charities and nodded in approval.
Lila and I worked on making my store presentable. Somewhere near noon, a
More embers dropped from his mouth and turned the room warmer and brighter. “I sense it was not done with a purity of heart.”
“Is it ever?” I asked lightly. “I claim Merlin, Y Ddraig Goch. I claim him and ask that you will not hurt him. Ever.”
“It is not a small request,” he said. The dragon breathed out a long sigh of smoke and yellow flames. His bristling magic filled the room, angry and huge. It pulsed with his breath, in and out.
I nodded and waited.
Merlin stood beside me, head bowed and waiting for whatever fate the dragon chose.
The air in the room began to move, as the dragon’s leathery wings stretched across the expanse of the warehouse. They beat hard as the dragon took to the air. He flew up toward the ceiling, dissolving it a moment before he would have hit it. Those great wings beat faster as he flew upward and higher, toward his own freedom, and I wished him well with all my heart. I wished that I might never see him again.
Merlin turned to me with eyes as unreadable as glass. “Your arm, love.” He ran a finger down the broken bone.
It healed with a blinding pain that was over so quickly I didn’t even have time to gasp for breath.
I heard yells and pounding come from the closed door.
A moment later it opened and the five knights ran in, brandishing their various magical objects.
“Shall we?” I asked Merlin, raising one eyebrow.
A smile came slowly to his face as he took my hand and we faced the knights.
16
The End
I unlocked the door to Morgan’s Ephemera, and Lila and I walked in. The place reeked of burnt paper. There was a row of blackened books near where I had placed the statue of the dragon girl. She was gone, and had left a broken window behind. I counted myself lucky that she had not burned my store down.
“Guess I won’t be reading any more of your books anytime soon,” Lila said.
“I’ll order more immediately,” I countered.
“Speaking of reading, have you seen the headlines?” Lila asked innocently. She handed me the Seattle Times.
I took it from her and looked her over, just as I had a dozen times last night. She was fine. Unharmed except for a bruise around her wrist where they had tied her hands too tight. I skimmed the headlines as I drank my morning coffee.
Yesterday, after those damn knights had thrown magical objects our way and attempted, to fight us, Merlin and I had argued about what we should do with them. First, we set spells on them that would keep them from any more quest mischief. Second, Merlin, ever the gentlemen, gave me three of the billionaire knights to do with as I wished. He claimed the other two.
I’d placed a wealth-dispersal spell to place on each of their heads. The knight’s money would disperse equitably to those most in need across the world, whenever they felt anger, greed, or, in a nasty bit of spellwork, pleasure.
The paper reported that people waking in the slums of Dar Es Salaam had found money floating through the air. The reporter guessed it must have fallen out of a cargo plane. Another story said that the Jamuna River in Bangladesh was full of thousands of small wooden boats filled with coins, but who the mysterious benefactor was, nobody knew. I sipped my coffee, knowing there would be many more such stories after the men checked their bank accounts today.
Merlin’s spell, it seemed, was in the same vein as mine. Two of the world’s richest men had declared themselves monks yesterday, and taken a vow of silence right after they’d given all their vast wealth to various charities. I looked over the list of the charities and nodded in approval.
Lila and I worked on making my store presentable. Somewhere near noon, a
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