Legends of the Dragonrealm Vol III Part 60

His form still s.h.i.+fting, the shadow steed prepared to attack.

Cabe gestured. A wall of energy appeared between Darkhorse and Toma. The shadow steed turned in confusion. "Cabe! What do you do?"

The warlock took a deep breath. His fear and rage had not been quelled, and now that he had committed himself to his present course, the two emotions began to burn with renewed force. "Take care of Kyl, Darkhorse. Forget Toma. He belongs to me."

"What care have I for that traitorous young-"

Cabe cut him off. "Kyl helped us, Darkhorse. Grath was the traitor. Now do as I say and take Kyl from here. He needs the aid of a healer badly. If you don't hurry, I'm afraid he might die."

"But-"

"Take care of Valea and Ursa, too . . . please." He had been about to say especially if I fail, but Cabe did not even want to acknowledge that likely possibility. "Now."

Toma absorbed the exchange with something approaching amus.e.m.e.nt. "Have I given permission for thisss, human? Do you think that I will jussst let him depart with the heir?"

The warlock was grim-faced. "Yes."

"You are mistaken, then."

The dragon raised a paw toward Darkhorse, who, obeying Cabe, had backed toward Kyl. Dust began to rise around the shadow steed, dust that somehow clung to the eternal's form.

"Let him be."

The force of Cabe's blast threw the great dragon against the steps of the dais. Toma thundered in new pain, his spell dissipating as he lost control. Smoke rose from his form. There was now a gaping hole in the already injured wing.

Darkhorse paused. "Cabe, if you and-"

"Do what I said, Darkhorse." The mage dared not reveal just how weakened he already was. Each new a.s.sault drained him, but he could not relent. Toma was his. Toma had made himself Cabe's. He would take the dragon whatever the cost. Whether that was the right thing or the wrong thing to do, the warlock did not care. Toma was his.

"You insolent mortal!" raged the wounded leviathan. "Who do you think you are?"

The exhausted sorcerer pulled himself up to his full height and quietly responded, "I am Cabe Bedlam."

His next a.s.sault forced Toma partway up the dais. The renegade drake roared. Once again Cabe was awash in a storm of flame, but this time the heat and pain were barely noticeable. He pushed his way through the inferno until Toma could maintain it no longer.

The dragon was breathing heavily when the warlock again looked him in the face. For the first time, there was uncertainty in Toma's eyes.

Cabe took the opportunity to look Darkhorse's way. He was relieved to see that the stallion had obeyed him, for both Darkhorse and Kyl were no longer there. One weight lifted from his heart. Whatever happened here, the others were safe. Kyl and the others would spread the truth about Toma if Cabe failed.

"We're all alone now," he informed the renegade.

"A pity. Then no one will be able to die with you."

"You'll do."

The huge head suddenly dropped toward Cabe. The warlock belatedly noted that he had never estimated the length of Toma's neck. The world above Cabe became the wide maw of a slavering dragon.

Toma's jaws snapped shut on the place where his rival had been, but the sorcerer had been able to dive aside at the last moment despite the dragon's swiftness. The dragon tried once, twice, three times more. Cabe rolled over, bouncing again and again against the rock floor. He was bruised from head to toe, but at least he was alive to fight.

The knowledge did not much encourage him.

"Cea.s.sse hopping and bouncing, flea! You only prolong what mussst be!"

"You . . . have a . . . point there," Cabe gasped. It was now or never. If he allowed this battle to go on, Toma would defeat him through sheer stamina. The warlock could hardly keep up his present pace much longer.

Again, the human struck, choosing force over subtlety. Toma recast his s.h.i.+eld, but while it held, the dragon was still driven to the top of the dais. Toma tried to exhale another river of flame, but only a gust of heat greeted his efforts.

Cabe pushed on, knowing that he had to be relentless. A second bolt and then a third pushed Toma nearly to the throne. The mage ascended the steps, pausing only two or three from the top.

Toma straightened, unsteady but hardly defeated.

"What does it take to put you down, warlock?"

Cabe wanted to ask him the same question, but chose to save the energy for the combat. He attacked again, and this time the dragon's s.h.i.+eld failed him.

Toma nearly fell upon the throne. His entire form crackled with the power that his adversary had unleashed on him. The dragon righted himself, but now he twitched from pain. His breathing was irregular.

"You cannot defeat me! I am Toma!"

Again, a taloned paw rose.

The steps around and beneath Cabe Bedlam sizzled. Bolts of blue lightning rose from the rock and a.s.sailed the warlock. They were not like ordinary lightning, for each one that a.s.sailed him remained attached like a parasite, drawing his power away and nearly forcing him to his knees.

"You are mine, warlock!" Toma the dragon roared his delight.

Gwendolyn, Valea, Aurim, Darkhorse, the Gryphon . . . all the faces formed before Cabe. They and others looked to him, called to him. Whether it was true or not, the warlock again felt that if he gave in to Toma, he would open the way for all their deaths at the renegade's claw.

The warlock fought the lightning, even managing another step up. Toma's cries of triumph faded as he eyed with disbelief the continued existence of his tiny bane.

Cabe drew everything he had into one last effort, aware that by doing so he might kill himself where Toma had so far failed. He met, for what he hoped was the last time, the eyes of the renegade. Cabe tried to imagine the faces of all those close to him whom Toma had already killed. Even Grath, despite the young drake's secret allegiance. Grath had saved Cabe and Valea from the duke's black blade.

"From the beginning," he called to the sinister behemoth, "you've desired that it be you and you alone who sat on the throne as Dragon Emperor."

"It should have been mine! I was the most worthy! I, Toma!"

Cabe ignored the outburst. "I can't make you emperor, Toma, but the least I can do . . . is give you the throne."

The attack that Cabe had prepared was fueled as much by his own life force as it was by the sorcerous power at his command. He reached forward with his right hand and pointed at where he knew the dragon's heart to be. So ensnared was he by his own spell that he no longer even noticed Toma's own withered a.s.sault.

His last view before his bolt hit Toma in the chest was the dragon's absolute refusal to accept what was happening.

Toma's s.h.i.+eld was nothing to Cabe's spell. Neither was the thick, tough, scaled hide of the deadly leviathan. The bolt burned through all, piercing the dragon completely through and not dissipating until it struck the wall far behind him.

The dragon stiffened, transfixed by the lethal a.s.sault. Toma's ma.s.sive form s.h.i.+vered as Cabe continued to pour his life into the effort.

"Fall, d.a.m.n you!" he cried, unconsciously mimicking Toma from but a few moments before. "Why don't you fall?"

Toma did.

With a last, pain-wracked roar, the renegade dragon fell back upon the very object he had so long desired to control. Toma's huge body was too much for the throne, and as he fell upon it, the throne crumbled under his weight. The drake's head swung back in a horrible arc and smashed against the rock wall to one side of the dais. A burst of fire shot briefly ceilingward as Toma exhaled.

Cabe did not move. He could not believe that, after all this time, Toma was defeated. Surely, the warlock thought, there must be some last trick.

There was none. Even as he watched, the dragon twitched feebly once or twice. The head slowly came round so that Toma could see Cabe, but the renegade's eyes were already clouding. Even still, Toma attempted one last sneer.

It was the expression that would remain frozen on his face as he died.

Cabe Bedlam crumpled on the steps, the knowledge that Toma was dead finally giving him release. He struggled to remain conscious, but the effort of his victory had drained him too much. His eyes closed. He forced them open again, only to find an anxious Gwen peering down at him, a vision which made no sense since not only was his wife not here but he would have had to have been lying on his back to see her so. Clearly, the haggard mage thought not so clearly, he had worn himself so thoroughly that he was suffering delusions.

Then the delusion told him to go back to sleep and Cabe, knowing that he could fight the darkness no longer, finally gave in.

XXII.

"ARE YOU FEELING better?" asked Gwendolyn.

Cabe lowered his cup and peered at his wife from the bed. She looked concerned, as she had since he had first been carried back to the Manor from Kivan Grath, but she also looked preoccupied with something else.

"Better than yesterday. Better than the two weeks I don't remember."

His last, fairly clear memory before waking in his bed but two days ago had been of his wife leaning over him, fear dominating her expression. It had not been a delusion, as he had thought, but rather a brief awakening just after Darkhorse had brought him to the Manor. The shadow steed had returned to the cavern the moment that he had a.s.sured the safety of Kyl, Valea, and Ursa.

The eternal had joyfully greeted his human friend yesterday, ecstatic to discover that the warlock had finally recovered. No one knew exactly what had happened to Cabe, only that he had hung between life and death for two weeks, then abruptly recovered almost completely.

Darkhorse had described the surprise with which he had viewed the cavern upon his return. He had expected a battle of epic proportions still raging, only to find the dragon Toma dead on the dais, maw still curved in what seemed a cruel smile, and Cabe sprawled on the steps. At first, the shadow steed had feared that his friend had died alongside the devilish drake, but then he had noted the thin thread of life remaining.

"Praise be that it was not yet time for you to journey down the Final Path!" the stallion had rumbled yesterday. Darkhorse, too, had recovered. He had recovered so much, in fact, that he had made the rare transformation and given himself a pair of long, tentaclelike arms with which to hug the weary mage.

Everyone had come to give Cabe their best and express their pleasure at his survival . . . everyone except one young drake. Even Ursa had come, although when Cabe had pressed her about Kyl, the female drake had quickly excused herself.

No one would even tell him what had happened to the meeting with the Blue Dragon. It had, of course, not taken place due to Kyl's own injuries. The heir, however, had suffered much less than Cabe and had recovered some days ago.

After Kyl's heroism in the cavern, Cabe had not wanted to think ill of the emperor-to-be, but again doubts crept into his mind. Kyl had looked willing to join forces with Toma when it had seemed the renegade would win.

Toma. The Manor had been trying to warn them in its own way about the truth concerning Toma and Traske. The warlock knew that now. He wondered if the other images had any such meaning. He also wondered just how sentient the Manor was. More than Cabe had ever imagined? It would bear looking into once things calmed down.

"Do you want anything to eat?" asked Gwendolyn, stirring her husband from his thoughts.

"No, Mistress Belima's lunch should do fine for the next few days." The cook had been so gratified by the mage's recovery that she had made him a bit of just about every specialty she knew. Of course, with Mistress Belima, that was almost everything. Cabe's lunch could have easily served the army of Penacles. Despite all he had eaten-and his days of sleep had made him ravenous-he had hardly even made a dent in the vast meal. Gwen had used her power on Cabe, but that had only allowed him to survive. He looked forward to digging further into the pile of food later, but now he could only dream of eating.

"Then, do you think you can handle another visitor?"

"Another one? The Gryphon's been here despite now officially being recrowned monarch of Penacles. Troia couldn't make it because of the nearing birth and the somewhat abbreviated coronation ceremony. Erini and Lynnette paid a visit yesterday . . . at the same time Darkhorse showed up, of course." It had not been surprising to find the trio depart at the same time. This way, Erini could visit with all of her friends without Melicard becoming disgruntled at the shadow steed's presence. Melicard could never seem to make up his mind about Darkhorse. At least the king had sent his own regards. "I think that everyone in the Manor has been here, including Master Ironshoe several times to thank me for, as he put it, 'putting down that mad riding drake once and for all for poor old Ssarekai.'"

"I'm sorry you missed Ssarekai's funeral." Despite the drake having been petrified by Toma, everyone had agreed that it would only be polite to his memory to bury Ssarekai as soon as possible.

"I'll visit his grave later. He deserves so much more than the end Toma gave him." Who does that leave? the warlock pondered. Could it be . . . the Green Dragon?

"Shall I tell him to come back?" The enchantress grew more concerned.

Cabe realized that she thought he was growing weary again. "No. Who is it?"

She stepped toward the door, giving him only a cautious look. "I think I'll just let him introduce himself."

The sorceress quickly departed through the doorway. Cabe heard her whispering to someone, but could not hear what was being said. Heavy footfalls announced the coming of the visitor.

"I am glad to sssee you better, Ma.s.sster Bedlam."

It was Kyl, but Kyl as Cabe had never seen him. The young drake was clad in resplendent dress armor that glittered like the noonday sun. A dragonhelm, a real dragonhelm, lay crooked in his arm.

Cabe straightened. "Congratulations, Your Majesty. I would gather that the meeting with Lord Blue went well and that he's thrown his support behind you."

"Only just thisss morning."

That made the warlock's eyes widen. "This morning?"

Kyl looked him straight in the eye. "I informed the ma.s.sster of Irillian when I first woke after the battle that I would not even consssider a meeting until I knew that you were going to recover." The heir looked embarra.s.sed. "I have been here every day for a.s.ss long a.s.ss the Lady Bedlam would permit, awaiting your return to usss. Each day, I thanked you for all you've done."

That stirred a vague memory. Kyl, kneeling by him. Kyl's voice, apologetic and promising to make amends.

"She will vouch for the truth of my words, Ma.s.sster Bedlam."

"I don't doubt you. You have my best wishes, also, Kyl. I've evidently been wrong about you."

"Not entirely." The emperor-to-be hissed. "Plea.s.sse alssso relay my apologiesss to Valea. She will not ssspeak to me and I can hardly blame her. I did intend to ussse her a.s.ss a p.a.w.n, and for that I shall never be able to forgive myssself. She deservesss ssso much better."

"I'll talk to her."

"That isss all I a.s.ssk."

Cabe was silent for a time, then quietly said, "Kyl, I'm sorry about Grath."

The heir shrugged and took his helm in both hands. His countenance was neutral, but his eyes bespoke his misery. "I cannot sssay that Grath-or I-were innocents caught up by Toma's sssubtle teaching, but . . . thank you."

"What will happen to Faras and Ssgayn?"

The drake placed the helm on his head. Even clad so, he resembled more a legendary human king than the emperor of the drake race. "They chossse in the end to ssserve their emperor, not the beguiling renegade. Their greatest crime isss a narrow view of loyalty. They will be punished, but if they remain repentant, I will find a place for them."

Cabe had been relieved to discover that the two guardian dragons had not joined the lengthy list of those who had fallen because of Toma's obsession. They had decided in the end to stand aside and let Darkhorse pa.s.s when it became apparent that not all was as it had seemed in the cavern. "Good."

"I mussst go now. There are preparationsss to be made. Lord Blue isss waiting to essscort me to Irillian, where the final sssteps before the coronation can take place will be made. There isss alssso the matter of cleaning up the throne chamber again. The largessst refussse has been taken away and burned, but damage still remains. Also, a pet.i.tion from the lord of this new drake confederacy demands my eventual attention."