Talking to Dragons - Wrede Patricia Collins (онлайн книги бесплатно полные TXT) 📗

"I don't know," I said. "I remember seeing her right before Father showed up, and Telemain was with her." I looked toward the door, where the last few wizards were, and blinked. "Shiara, where's Antorell?"

"Didn't he disappear already?"

"No, he didn't. I was watching," I said. Shiara and I looked at each other for an instant, then headed for the doorway.

No one tried to stop us. One of the elves gave us an odd look, but another elf grabbed his arm and whispered something to him, and he only bowed deeply as we passed. It made me feel almost as uncomfortable as I felt when the dwarves bowed to me.

Outside in the hallway we found Morwen kneeling on the floor beside Telemain and wrapping long strips of black cloth around his right shoulder.

Pieces of odd-looking plants littered the floor, and a little way down the hall was a puddle of something dark and slimy. The puddle had a wizard's staff lying across it, and a wizard's robe was sort of crumpled up under the staff.

"Morwen!" Shiara said. "What happened? Can I help?"

"What happened was a battle," Morwen said. "I should think that would be obvious enough."

"But how did-" Shiara stopped because Telemain was stirring. A moment later he opened his eyes and looked up at all of us.

"What was that?" he asked rather hazily.

"That," said Morwen, "was a sword. They are long, pointed, and very sharp. You're lucky it didn't take your head off."

Telemain started to shake his head, then winced. "A plain sword. No wonder I couldn't block it. I thought it was a spell."

Morwen snorted. "You may be one of the greatest magical theoreticians in the world, but you don't have a particle of common sense," she said acidly. "Why, in heaven's name, didn't you duck?"

"I did duck?" Telemain said, looking startled and indignant. "He was aiming for my chest, not my shoulder. And if you think I'm going to put up with you and your-" "You," Morwen said firmly, "are going to put up with me until that shoulder is healed. Which, may I remind you, means that I will have to put up with you for the same period of time.

Fortunately, it shouldn't take very long-a few days, at most."

"A few days? Telemain said. "Are you mad? It'll take at least a week!"

"Not if I change the herbs twice a day," Morwen said in an irritated tone. "I should know. It's my field."

"Well, it's my shoulder?"

"I'm so glad you noticed," Morwen said. "Stop fussing, or you'll make things worse and I will have to put up with you for a week."

"If I have to continue lying on this floor-which is cold, hard, and extremely uncomfortable-you'll have to put up with me a lot longer than that!"

Morwen got a peculiar look on her face. "I'll consider the idea carefully.

Meanwhile"-she looked past Shiara and me-"Mendanbar, can you provide a room for this stubborn… magician?"

"Easily," said the King of the Enchanted Forest, from the doorway behind us. "Which room do you want?"

"The brown one," Morwen said before Telemain could answer. "He'll need a firm bed to support that shoulder."

Father laughed. "Of course." He started to lift his hand, and I cleared my throat.

"I would like to ask them something before they go," I said when father turned toward me. He nodded, and I looked at Morwen. "Did you notice what happened to the wizard who was halfway around the brazier when you came in? I didn't see him afterward."

"You mean Antorell?" Yes, I thought I saw him," Morwen said. "I'm afraid I don't recall. He wasn't the one I melted, if that's what you're ask "Could he have gotten away?" Shiara asked.

Morwen glanced at the King. "If you will allow me, I can find out fairly quickly." Father nodded, and Morwen made a chuckling sort of sound. Two of the cats poked their heads around the corner of the door frame.

"Daystar wants to know what's become of one of the wizards," Morwen said to the cats. "The one named Antorell."

The cats looked at each other, and one of them twitched its tail. The other one looked back at Morwen and said, "Rroowww!" and they both pulled their heads back out of sight.

"He got away," Morwen said, turning back to the King. "Scorn says he ducked down the hall while Telemain and I were busy with the rest of them."

Father frowned. "I'd better find him before he causes any more trouble."

He looked back at Morwen. "The brown room, I think you said?"

Morwen nodded, and Father waved his hand. Morwen and Telemain disappeared. Father raised his hand to make another gesture, then paused and looked at Shiara and me. "I suppose you want to come, too?"

"Yes, we do. That is, if it isn't going to cause problems," I said.

I hadn't quite finished my sentence when the castle dissolved into mist around us. The mist cleared immediately, and we were standing on springy green moss with the trees of the Enchanted Forest all around us. At first I thought Father had taken us to a place a long way from the castle, but then I saw dragons and elves among the trees. I looked back over my shoulder, and there was the castle right behind us.

Shiara looked around. "Hey, where did all the trees come from?"

"They came from the wizards' magic," Father said. "When Daystar released the magic they had stored in their staffs, it went back into the forest, and things got back to normal in a hurry."

"When Daystar did what?"

"It was part of the sword and the fire and the brazier," I said hastily. "I think you were busy ducking."

"Oh," said Shiara.

By that time the dragons and elves had seen us, and everyone started cheering and bowing. In the middle of the cheering, one of the elves came over and bowed deeply. "It is good to see Your Majesty again," he said.

"It is good to be here again, Willin," the King replied. "How goes the battle?"

"I believe the dragons are the proper persons to provide that information," the elf said, sounding more and more pompous with every word. "If Your Majesty will wait here, I will arrange-" "Mendanbar!" shouted one of the dragons. "So it worked!" As she made her way through the crowd toward us, the elf frowned ferociously.

"Your Majesty," he said in a low tone, "if you would prefer a more formal audience-" "I haven't time for that, Willin," said the King.

"Besides, I need you inside the castle, not out here. Someone has to look the place over, and arrange dinner for all these people, and see about getting some of the housekeeping staff back."

"Yes, yes, of course! At once, Your Majesty!" Willin bustled away, looking much happier now that he had a suitable job.

"How's the battle?" the King asked again as the dragon reached us.

"Quite finished," the dragon said. "There are a few still out herding prisoners together, but that's about all."

"Excellent!" the King said, but he was watching the trees out of the corners of his eyes, and there was a tiny crease between his eyebrows.

"If King Kazul is about, I would like to speak with her."

The dragon smiled, and her eyes glittered as if she were enjoying a private joke. "Kazul will be here in a moment."

Father nodded, managing to look impatient and polite at the same time.

Suddenly the cheering got much louder, and then the dragons drew apart and Kazul came through the trees toward us. She was smiling, and she looked very large and green and shining. She was so magnificent that none of us saw the figure with her until they were both quite close to us.

I was the first to notice that Kazul had someone with her. When I saw who it was, I blinked and swallowed hard. "Mother?"

"Cimorene!" shouted Father. He took three strides forward and took her in his arms. Kazul smiled and sat back, looking smug.

Mother was laughing and crying at the same time; I'd never seen her do that before. Not ever. I was still staring when Shiara poked me.