Dragon Prince 02 - The Star Scroll

BOOK: Dragon Prince 02 - The Star Scroll
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DAW Books Presents
the Finest in Fantasy by
MELANIE RAWN
 
EXILES
THE RUINS OF AMBRAI
THE MAGEBORN TRAITOR
 
DRAGON PRINCE
DRAGON PRINCE
THE STAR SCROLL
SUNRUNNER’S FIRE
 
DRAGON STAR
STRONGHOLD
THE DRAGON TOKEN
SKYBOWL
 
THE GOLDEN KEY
(With Jennifer Roberson and Kate Elliott)
Copyright ©1989 by Melanie Rawn.
All rights reserved.
 
 
DAW Books Collectors No. 779.
 
 
All characters and events in this book are fictitious.
All resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental.
 
 
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First Trade Printing, July 2005
 
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for MaryAnne Ford
Part One
The Scroll
Chapter One
G
raypearl, Prince Lleyn’s elegant jewel box of a palace, nestled atop its hill in a sculpted setting of lush spring grass and flowering trees. Built of stone that gleamed at dawn and sunset with the subtle iridescence from which it drew its name, it was one of the few princely residences that had never been a fortress. No defensive architecture had ever been needed on the island of Dorval, at peace with itself and the nearby continent for longer than anyone’s great-grandfather could remember. Graypearl’s towers had been fashioned for beauty, not war.
Gardens spread in curved terraces overlooking a tiny harbor where boats sailed out in season to harvest the pearl beds. A small army of groundskeepers kept the luxuriant spring growth of flowers, herbs, and trees from running riot—but no one could impose similar order on the boy who ran an intricate pattern between the rose trees, kicking a deerhide ball before him. He was a slight youth, rather small for his fourteen winters. But there was the promise of height in his long bones and he moved with an agility that older squires had reason to bemoan in games of skill with blunted knives and wooden swords. Dark blond hair crowned a clever oval face whose most vivid feature was a pair of large, fine eyes that changed from blue to green depending on his mood and the color of his clothes. It was a quick face, intelligent and sensitive, with its share of inherent pride in bones which were becoming more visible as his features lost their childish roundness. But there was nothing about him to suggest that he was anything more than a squire fostered to Prince Lleyn’s court for training, released from afternoon duties and playing happily by himself in the gardens. Certainly there was no indication that he was the only son of the High Prince, destined to inherit not only his father’s Desert lands but those of Princemarch as well.
Princess Audrite, wife of Lleyn’s heir Chadric, watched the boy with an indulgent smile. Her own sons had gone to other courts just as this youth had, and returned as young knights skilled in all the graces—not her little boys anymore. She spared a sigh for having missed their growing years, but other youngsters had filled up her time and, some of them, portions of her heart. Maarken, Lord Chaynal of Radzyn’s eldest son and cousin to the boy playing in the gardens, had been one of her favorites, with his swift mind and sunny smiles. But this golden princeling she watched now was special. Made of air and light he was, with a temper like flashfire through summer-dry timber and a streak of mischief that had more than once landed him in trouble. In fact, he ought not to have been excused his duties like the other squires this afternoon, for he still owed her the copying of a hundred lines of verses after a misde meanor yesterday in the kitchens—something involving a large quantity of pepper and an exploding fish bladder. She was not sure she wanted to know the particulars. An inventive mind, had young Pol, and Audrite chuckled in spite of herself. She had chosen a most appropriate punishment by selecting poetry for him to copy; had she specified a hundred mathematical problems, he would have completed them in a wink and considered it no punishment at all.
The princess shook out her thin silk gown and settled on a bench, not wishing to interrupt Pol’s game until she had found the right phrases for what she had to tell him. But all at once the deerhide ball shot past her, propelled by an enthusiastic kick, and the boy skidded to a stop before her. Surprised by her presence, he nevertheless gave her a bow worthy of the most elegant young lord.
“Your pardon, my lady. I didn’t mean to disturb you.”
“It’s all right, Pol. Actually, I came here looking for you and thought I’d sit in the shade for a little while. It’s quite hot this spring, isn’t it?”
He was not yet skilled enough in the art of polite conversation to take her lead on to further chat about the weather. “Do you have news for me, my lady?”
Audrite chose to be as direct as he. “Your father has asked permission to take you away from us for a time. He wants you to go home to Stronghold by way of Radzyn, then to the
Rialla
with him and your mother.”
Excitement shone in the young face. “Home? Really?” Then, realizing that his reaction might be taken amiss, he hurried on, “I mean, I like it here and I’ll miss you and my lord Chadric and my friends—”
“And we’ll miss you, Pol.” Audrite smiled her understanding. “But we’ll bring you back to Graypearl with us after the
Rialla
so you may continue your training. It’s unusual, you know, for a squire to be allowed a holiday from the work he must do in order to become a knight and a gentleman. Do you think what you’ve learned thus far is enough to uphold Prince Lleyn’s reputation?”
Pol gave her a cheerful grin. “If it isn’t, then Father will know it’s
my
fault, not anyone else’s!”
Audrite grinned back. “Yes, we had a long letter about you when you first came to us.”

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