The Radiant Dragon (31 page)

Teldin dropped the book on his lap and slumped back into his chair. The truth about Raven’s identity had been before him all along, but it had been simply too enormous to accept. Her true form, her true nature, was that of a dragon.

And not just any dragon. The creature he knew as Raven Stormwalker was a radiant dragon: a magical creature that in maturity could reach a length of almost one thousand feet. It could travel the stars under its own power, shape-shift into any form, and breathe magical balls of force – which would explain the lakshu’s violent death, Teldin concluded dazedly.

He bent over, burying his face in his hands. He briskly rubbed his face, trying to take it all in. The radiant dragon had an ultimate helm, and if the magic amulet was to be believed, she already had been within sight of the
Spelljammer.
What, then, was she doing
here?
Why hadn’t she taken command of the great ship? Had she tried to do so and failed?

Teldin remembered his amulet-induced vision of a radiant dragon speeding away from the
Spelljammer
in a rage:
this
was the creature he had planned to confront. He pushed away from his writing table and stood, pacing about the small room as he tried to bring order to his whirling thoughts.

As far as Teldin was concerned, an ordinary, fire-breathing, garden-variety dragon would be trouble enough. He’d seen such a dragon back on Krynn, and even in death it had been a fearsome creature. If anyone had told him then that he would consider a pact with such a creature, he would have thought him insane. Of course, back then Teldin wouldn’t have believed that any of this could happen to him, nor could he have envisioned the odd creatures he had since befriended.

As the shock wore off, Teldin tentatively began to put his strange ally in perspective. He had dealt with many creatures equally strange: Estriss, a brain-eating illithid; Chirp and Trivit, the centaurlike lizards; Gomja, a militant blue-gray humanoid hippopotamus; even the fal, a brilliant garden slug the size of a space vessel. So why not a dragon? Why the hell not?

Of course, these alliances had not been without problems. There was Estriss, for example. Teldin had tried not to think about the illithid since the day Estriss recently had left without word. Teldin’s faith in his friend, and in himself, had been sorely strained by the defection.

Teldin stopped at the foot of his cot and glanced down into the open sea chest. The strange figurine that Estriss had left behind still lay there, untouched. The ancient statue seemed to beckon him, and Teldin absently reached down to pick it up.

By the time you discover my messenger, Teldin Moore, I shall be gone.

The words formed in his mind with liquid clarity. Startled, Teldin dropped the statue. It clattered to the floor, and immediately the familiar mental voice stilled. After Teldin recovered from the initial shock, it occurred to him that Estriss might have ensorcelled the statute to “speak” in his place. He’d never heard of such a thing, but he supposed it could be done. Curious now, he stooped and picked up the ancient figurine.

I regret my hasty departure, but I have compelling reasons for leaving you. The arcane Npamta has seen the Spelljammer, and from him I can learn more about the great ship than I could discover in a century of study. More importantly, he may be willing to lead me there, though I know not how.

You must follow your own path to the
Spelljammer,
Teldin Moore. I had hoped to accompany you on your quest, but, as the bearer of an ultimate helm, you attract many enemies. Your road may well be long and filled with danger. I am not by nature a coward, but I am no longer young. We have spoken many times of my lifework: proving the existence of the Juna. Such an opportunity as the arcane presents cannot be passed up. It may be my last.

The illithid’s mental voice paused, and Teldin found himself nodding in understanding.

There is another matter. You soon will discover the slain body of the lakshu warrior. I witnessed her death. She was killed by the being who calls herself Raven Stormwalker. The attack confirmed what I have long suspected; the elven woman is not what she appears to be. She is a radiant dragon and bears an ultimate helm. What this means for you I can only guess, but tread with care. Her presence on the swan ship is another reason I must leave. There is long-standing enmity between her race and mine. I would not long be safe from her, and, in all honesty, I would destroy her if an opportunity arose. Should I attempt and fail, she could easily crush the swan ship in her rage.

This is farewell, Teldin Moore. If the gods smile upon your quest and mine, we will meet again soon aboard the great ship.

Estriss’s voice faded from Teldin’s mind, and the captain carefully placed the now mute statue back into the chest. He hoped that Estriss did find the
Spelljammer,
and on it the answers he sought. Teldin had no idea what trials awaited him aboard the great ship, but he cherished the thought that a friend might await him there. The prospect of being greeted by a friendly face, even one decorated with tentacles, was more than Teldin had hoped for. A deep sense of peace filled him, and for the first time he truly believed that his search could end in success.

With a new resolve, Teldin left his cabin in search of the radiant dragon.

Vallus Leafbower confronted him the moment he’d left the dracon-protected seclusion of his cabin. “You might have told someone you were leaving the ship,” the elf said.

“And I suppose you would have endorsed the mission?”

The question, spoken in a woman’s sarcastic voice, surprised them both. They turned to see Raven standing at the foot of the stairs, arms crossed and a supercilious smile aimed at Vallus.

Vallus cast a quick glance at the moon elf and turned his attention to Teldin. “That was a foolish, unnecessary risk.”

“Actually, it was the best thing I’ve done in a handful of days. If you’d known what I had planned to do, you’d have tried to stop me. No, don’t bother to deny it,” Teldin said coldly when Vallus began to protest. “I’m tired of pretending. The truth is that from the day I was carried aboard the
Trumpeter,
I’ve been a prisoner. Your talk of recruiting me to the elven side is so much scawer dung. The elves intend to have the cloak, whether it’s on my shoulders or someone else’s. Use it or lose it.
That
’s the extent of my choice, isn’t it?”

As Teldin spoke, Raven climbed the stairs. Vallus cast an apprehensive glance in her direction. “Perhaps this conversation should be held in private.”

“This is her business as much as mine,” Teldin said firmly. “She carries an ultimate helm, too. Do you plan to keep her prisoner as well?”

Raven looked amused at the concept, but Vallus’s eyes shifted from her to Teldin with growing concern. “Another helm?” Raven responded by waggling the sapphire pendant. Vallus took in her smug expression and the way she stood at Teldin’s side as if they were closing ranks against a common enemy.

“What part does she play in this?” Vallus asked Teldin.

Teldin turned and met the dragon’s eyes squarely. “I haven’t decided yet.”

She blinked, astonished by the hard edge in his voice.
“He
hasn’t decided yet,” she muttered under her breath. A smile spread slowly across her elven face, and she extended a hand to Teldin.

“My true name is Celestial Nightpearl. Pearl for short. I’m your new partner.”

Teldin didn’t pretend to be surprised by her offer, but neither did he take her hand. “Your terms?” he asked. As he spoke, words that Aelfred Silverhorn had spoken long ago flashed through his mind:
Bargain with a dragon, and you’re a fool or a corpse.
Teldin wasn’t entirely sure his late friend had been wrong, but the dragon needed something from him or she wouldn’t be here. He determined to keep their deal on an even footing; he had no intention of exchanging his unwilling alliance with the elves for another kind of servitude.

Pearl shrugged and withdrew her offered hand to grasp her sapphire pendant. “Your cloak has many powers. So does this bauble. Maybe you can imagine the mess we’d make if we decided to fight it out.” One corner of her mouth twitched into a wry, lopsided smile. “Unfortunately, I don’t have to use my imagination. I’ve fought other would-be captains, and to prove it I’ve got scars in places even Rozloom hasn’t thought about.”

Teldin felt a surge of sympathetic understanding; he knew what it meant to be hunted for his ultimate helm. Yet he didn’t completely believe her claim. A radiant dragon had little to fear from him, despite the powers of his cloak. Or did she? The cloak had untapped powers, of that he was sure, but was its potential such that a dragon might fear him?

“So you’re proposing a truce?” he asked cautiously.

“A partnership,” she stressed. “Plainly put, you want the ship, and the ship wants a captain. I’d just as soon that not be me, though I wouldn’t mind if a little of the power and prestige from the job came my way. So this is the deal: I’ll take you to the
Spelljammer,
you’ll be the captain, and I’ll go my own way. From time to time, we could join resources for mutually advantageous adventures.”

“Why don’t you want the
Spelljammer
yourself?”

Her answering smile was vanity personified. “Who needs it?”

Teldin nodded. What use would a radiant dragon have for a spelljamming vessel, even
the
spelljamming vessel? She probably considered a partnership between a radiant dragon and the
Spelljammer
an even exchange.

“Mutually advantageous adventures?” he asked.

“We did all right on Rakhar,” she said, a comrade’s gleam in her odd-colored eyes.

Teldin acknowledged that with another nod. She’d helped him when he needed her, no questions asked or strings attached. He glanced at Vallus Leafbower, who was listening to the exchange with growing dismay on his angular face. What Raven – Pearl, Teldin corrected himself – offered was more to his liking than the elves’ proposal. And, he had to admit, he liked being around her. In many ways, the dragon reminded him of Aelfred: full of zest for life and always ready for a new adventure. Still, she
was
keeping something from him; Teldin was sure of that, and, despite their friendship, he’d have to keep alert for whatever that secret might be.

It was friendship that passed between him and the dragon, a healing, helpful thing that he suspected surprised the dragon even more than it did him. With the sudden, crystalline clarity he’d come to take for granted, Teldin knew the benefits of having a dragon ally would outweigh the risks. Taking a deep breath, he extended his hand to seal their pact.

Vallus seized Teldin’s wrist. “Surely you don’t intend to join forces with this … with Raven Storm —” He broke off and shook his head. “No,” the elf corrected himself sharply. “She is
not
Raven Stormwalker. That elven hero died many centuries ago.”

“I’m feeling remarkably well, considering,” the elf-shaped dragon murmured.

“My point, Teldin Moore,” Vallus continued in a determined tone, “is that you cannot trust a being who is willing to misrepresent herself so blatantly. By all the gods!” he exclaimed, throwing up his hands in exasperation, “you don’t even know what sort of creature she might be.”

“Actually, I do,” Teldin said.

Two sets of elven eyebrows shot up. “You
do?”
said Vallus and Pearl in unison.

The dragon-turned-elf shook her head and chuckled, as if she’d made a conclusion. “Well, what do you know. Most humans would have turned tail and run. Or turned up their toes and died, just to save me the trouble. You play cards, Captain? Too bad. The way you bluff, you’d be a natural at High Paladin.” She peered closely at him. “Are you sure you’re not afraid of me?”

“Should I be?” Teldin retorted.

She threw back her head and laughed delightedly. “Probably, but don’t bother. Being worshiped and adored is all fine and well, but I must admit, I like your salt.”

Vallus stepped forward and clasped Teldin’s forearms.

“You must reconsider this. Whatever she is, you have no idea where such a course of action will take you,” he said earnestly.

Not sure whether Vallus was warning or threatening him, Teldin pulled free of the elf’s grasp. His angry response died unspoken as his eyes caught a distant flicker of light, and his face went slack with horror.

The twin mountains of Rakhar thrust upward into the night sky, gleaming in the bright moonlight like polished tusks. Teldin blinked several times, praying that his eyes had been playing tricks. No, there was another light, and then a third, reflecting off hulls. Several ships were leaving Armistice, moving steadily upward toward the converging moons.

“Great Paladine,” Teldin swore. He grabbed the elven wizard’s shoulders and spun him around. “See that? The orcs are taking to the stars. We’re going after them.”

“Kermjin is on the helm,” Vallus said in immediate agreement.

“Get him off.” Teldin’s voice was inexorable. “The secondary helm’s too slow. Raven, we’ll need yours. Use the bridge and have Kermjin stand by to take over later on, in case we need you elsewhere.”

“Pearl,”
the dragon-woman reminded him pointedly, but she hurried up toward the makeshift bridge to relieve the helmsman. Teldin glanced up and caught a glimpse of pale pink light through the door of the makeshift bridge, and he turned to other matters.

“Vallus, prepare the crew for immediate flight, then get them to battle stations. Send the weapon master to the bridge.”

The wizard nodded and hurried to sound the signals. The moment the high, piping tune soared through the ship, the crew members braced wherever they were. Teldin gripped the stair railing and planted his feet wide apart.

The
Trumpeter rose
straight up, so suddenly that it burst free of the water’s hold with a sound like a small explosion. The swan ship’s ascent was smooth, uncannily so after the constant pitch and roll of the Armistice ocean.

As he hurried up the short flight of steps to the bridge, Teldin took stock of the ship’s chances. Of the original elven crew, only eighteen had survived the bionoid attack. They were barely enough to run the swan ship, much less battle a small fleet of ships. Even with the cloak’s magic, the coming battle was no sure thing. He was glad he’d had Kermjin stand by in case a better use for Raven’s – Pearl’s! – talents arose.