Tales of Other Lands (5 Full Novels)

Tales of Other Lands

Linda McNabb

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Contents

The Dragon’s Apprentice

The Herbmaster

Runeweaver

Alyxa

Mountains of Fire

The Guardian

Jasper and the Well of Wizdom

The Dragon’s Apprentice

Linda McNabb

CHAPTER ONE

THREE AGAINST ONE

TOBY!

It wasn't a shout, it was a bellow, and it rumbled around the empty stables. It meant he was in trouble again. With a small sigh, Toby threw the last of the straw onto the stone floor and went in search of his master. The snow was falling lightly but the dark clouds promised much more to come.

The Master Groomer was standing just outside the stables and he looked furious. His eyes bulged and the cords on his neck stood out clearly.

Toby, this is the last straw, he roared as Toby approached him. The smell of stale mead made Toby flinch but he stood his ground.

What can I do for you master? Toby asked politely and bowed his head.

Why haven't you brought the horses in? Master Groomer put his hands on his well-rounded hips.

I did, several hours ago. Toby pointed to the pen where he had put the horses, but it was empty. He frowned, knowing he had shut the gate properly.

There's no point lying about it! Maybe the feed sack did split by itself the other day but there is no excuse for not mucking out the stables yesterday or for this. Master Groomer's voice had risen to a bellow again and he slammed his fist on his palm to emphasise his words.

Toby didn't even attempt to defend himself. He knew Stephan, the Master’s son, was doing it all, but he had no proof. A stifled laugh came from the tackle room. No doubt Stephan was watching and enjoying every moment.

And on top of all that the horses have been unsettled the last few days. They can probably smell that dragon on your clothes. The Master Groomer was shaking his head sadly now and he didn't look quite as angry.

Toby was about to protest that Klel was far cleaner than a horse but his master didn't give him a chance.

I can't afford the king's horses to become nervous and skittish, or sick from being out in the snow. Master Groomer heaved a final sigh as his anger faded completely and he rubbed his forehead. I'm sure you’re a good lad at heart. Bring the horses in and then pack your things. I'm sorry, Toby.

The Master Groomer stepped forward, awkwardly patted Toby on the back, and pressed two coins into his palm before turning and walking off. Fading footsteps from the tackle room told him that Stephan had gone too. He opened his hand and stared at the two brass coins, which was all he had earned since he started at the stables.

Pack his things and go where? Aggie would be furious that he had been kicked out of another apprenticeship. He briefly considered not telling his foster-mother until he found some other work but dismissed the thought immediately. Aggie would probably know by nightfall as she knew everything that went on, in and around the castle.

The chill of the ground on his bare feet brought him back to the task ahead, and he looked out at the snow-covered paddocks. Rubbing his arms to warm them up, he climbed the small wooden fence and headed out to get the horses for the second time today.

His coldness was overtaken by his anger as he ran himself hard chasing the horses back into the pen. Normally it took the best part of an hour to round them up but he was so fired up that he did it in half the time. He slammed the gate shut for the final time and moved them on into the stables. He shook the snow from his short-cropped sandy brown hair, feeling the coldness seep onto his head.

Toby’s first thought after being dismissed was to go and find Stephan make him pay. But now, his anger spent by chasing the horses, Toby changed his mind. Aggie didn’t like him to fight. It didn't help that he was small for his age or that he looked far younger than twelve. It only made it worse when he was picked on by bigger lads and then beat them easily.

He couldn't feel his feet at all by the time he reached his small room. It was directly off the main stables and smelled strongly of horses and hay. A pile of leather straps that he had been cleaning lay heaped in a corner. They would have to be done by Stephan now. It was Stephan's job anyway but Toby had done it to try to make friends with him. It obviously hadn't worked.

He sat down on his small, hard cot and rubbed his feet with equally cold hands. He didn't pack his clothes into the small carrysack that hung on the end of his cot; instead he put them all on. Even then he was still cold.

Toby folded up the carrysack and shoved it into his coat pocket before heading out of the tiny room. He could hear the Master Groomer yelling down one end of the stable so he turned the other way and left by a small door at the back.

It was only a five-minute walk from the stables up to the main entrance of the castle but Toby wasn’t headed that way — that was for visitors. He headed south around the back of the castle to the entrance used by the servants and merchants. The front entrance was paved with magnificent marble slabs brought up from the South and was a very impressive sight. The rear entrance was just a dirt track which ran around the base of the castle.

Toby walked slowly along the top of the low stone wall that marked the edge of the track up to the main castle buildings. The track was only visible by the fact that a cart had recently travelled along it, leaving two ruts in the deep snow.

The snow stopped falling and a small break in the clouds allowed the sun to creep through. A glint over the castle courtyard in the distance caught Toby's eye, and he stopped to squint into the weak evening sun.

A dragon was flying lazy circles around the perimeter of the courtyard, prevented from going further by a thick chain around one leg. Klel was looking a little better today and Toby smiled to himself at the sight of his friend. Lately Klel’s scales had faded from gold to a dull orange colour which showed his health was not good. The winter had been a long one but he should get better as the warm weather arrived. Klel loved the sun.

It had been several days since he had seen Klel and Toby resumed walking, keen to see his friend again. He was so engrossed in watching Klel that he didn't notice three young men come out of the trees ahead of him. One of them jumped up onto the wall and Toby nearly ran right into him.

We want a word with you, Stephan yelled and sneered as he jumped back down from the wall to join his friends, Nevan and Rogar. His black, untidy hair was blowing wildly in the brisk wind. Toby sighed to himself and jumped lightly down to face them.

We wanna make sure you know not to show your face around the stables again, Nevan added with a whiny voice and wiped a dirty hand across his runny nose. It was impossible to tell what colour his hair was, as he never bathed, and Toby could smell him from several feet away. If anyone would frighten the horses by their smell, it would be Nevan.

You got what you wanted. I won't be around the stables any more. Toby knew it was a slim chance to try to talk his way out of the fight that was brewing. Stephan was too thick to think he had won without a fist-fight.

Yeah, but you made trouble before you left, Rogar added and pushed his sleeves up, ready to fight. Rogar was taller than the other two by a head and they were taller than Toby by the same amount. It didn't look to be stacking up as a fair fight but Toby was used to that.

How? Toby asked bluntly.

Pa wanted to know why it takes three of us over an hour to get the horses in when you did it today in less than half that! Stephan yelled. He was always yelling. Toby wasn't sure if it was because his father yelled all the time or if he had a hearing problem from being yelled at all his life. Now he expects me to do it by myself and if I take longer than you he's gonna punish me.

Toby almost laughed. He had managed to get back at Stephan without even trying. Unfortunately he didn't quite keep the smile from his face.

Right, here comes lesson number one. Keep out-a-my-life, Stephan bellowed as he and the others advanced on Toby, stamping large holes in the snow as they walked.

I don't want to fight you, Toby insisted as he ducked out of the way of Stephan's fist then felt the second swing connect as a voice behind him distracted him.

Need a hand, brother? A deep, rough voice made them all turn towards the stone wall where two young men stood next to it. One was leaning casually on a sword, the other on a longbow. Toby touched at his swollen and bleeding lip, slightly annoyed that his milk-brother, Nathan, had interrupted his concentration.

Now the fight looks more even. The archer's voice wasn't as deep but carried a confident tone, and the glint in his eye said he was looking forward to a fight.

This ain’t nothing to do with you, Cole, Nevan complained, sounding like a petulant child.

"Three against one... I think that makes it our business, doesn't it Nathan?" Cole replied.

Yep, as a king's guard it's my duty to make sure all fights are fair, Nathan replied with a rumble. He twisted his sword until it glinted in the weak sunlight and grinned at the young men. Who wants a crack at me?

But you've got a sword, that's not fair! Rogar stated bravely, but he took several steps backward.

And I've got a bow and arrow, Cole added. He pulled an arrow from the quiver on his back and rolled it between two fingers.

Toby stepped back to join his friends and grinned. It looked like this fight would be avoided after all. Rogar didn't look as sure of himself now and Nevan looked scared but Stephan's expression hadn't changed at all. He was still ready for a fight and didn't care how many there were against him.

I just remembered I have to... umm... Nevan mumbled as he backed away into the trees.

Rogar started backing off too and Stephan twisted around to glare furiously at him.

Get back here, Rogar! he yelled but Rogar kept retreating. Stephan turned back to face Toby and scowled.

Don't think this is the end of it! Stephan said in a voice that was probably supposed to be a whisper but was still quite loud. Then he turned his back on them and walked off into the trees.

I don't think they like the odds when they're not stacked in their favour, Nathan remarked as he sheathed his sword.

It doesn't look like the stables are a very pleasant place to work, Cole said with a shake of his head and a sympathetic look on his face.

I don't work there now, Toby said with a sigh. He jumped back up onto the wall to relieve his feet of the freezing snow.

He scooped up a handful of snow and held it to his swollen lip. He didn't really need it because it wasn't hurting; he was using the snow to cover it up. He shivered as the cold snow touched his skin but left it there. Lately his injuries had been healing unusually fast. In fact right now he could tell that the swelling was almost gone and soon the taste of blood would be the only thing left to remind him of the punch. He hadn't told anyone about his quick healing yet as he didn't know what to make of it himself.

So what will you do now? Nathan asked as he jumped up on the wall as well and began walking. Neither he nor Cole looked surprised that Toby was out of a job again. You've tried every trade and calling in the town.

I haven't tried out to be an archer, Toby said and looked at Cole with one eyebrow raised.

You could have joined the archers if you hadn't humiliated the Commander at that last shooting competition. Couldn't you have just let him win? Cole asked with a sigh. Now you wouldn't get within ten feet of the training grounds.

Toby knew he was right, but it didn't seem fair. Why should he be penalised for being so good?

You just try too hard at everything, Nathan added. You took the wall-guard duty so seriously that you showed up the men who had been doing it for fifteen years. Now they're not even allowed to sleep on duty.

But they shouldn't be sleeping. They should be protecting the castle, Toby protested.

Protecting it from what? Nathan asked good naturedly. You know that nobody would attack us, not with Klel here.

No, I guess not. Toby had to agree. Klel was as gentle as a newborn lamb but not many people knew that.

Let me know when it’s safe to be near Aggie, Nathan rumbled a few minutes later as they neared the guards’ gate. I don’t want to be around when Mother starts throwing things.

Toby nodded, Aggie would be furious but avoiding her wouldn’t make it any easier. The sooner he told her the better, but perhaps it could wait awhile.

CHAPTER TWO

FACING AGGIE

Toby knew Aggie would be down in the kitchen at this time of day and he crept past the door that led there. Instead, he followed the castle wall around to where deliveries were made. The door stood open and the sounds of several voices drifted out. Obviously today’s healing session was still in progress. He paused at the door as he could hear people beginning to leave.

Come on son, we'll go home now, a mother said soothingly to a small child she carried.

Mama, I'm hungry, the child complained.

Tomorrow, the mother promised. We'll eat tomorrow.

Toby bit his lip in anger. More than likely this poor woman had paid everything she had to have her child healed. Toby reached into his pocket and pulled out his two coins. He pressed them into the women’s hand as she passed by. She stared at the coins and then turned back with tears in her eyes.

Thank you, Toby. Her need was obviously so great that she made no objection to the gift.

Others followed her out the door and Toby watched them start their long walk home. Snow was falling again and very few of them were warmly dressed. Even less had shoes. Toby wished some of the rich and fancy visitors who marvelled at the great castle could see how the king had become so rich — at the expense of the people.

Toby walked through into the delivery room and saw an old woman waiting before the small platform where the healer stood. In front of the healer stood a small boy of about nine or ten.

The healer put his hand into his pocket and pulled out a soft piece of gold material that was paper thin and the size of his hand. Toby knew this was one of Klel's scales and had to bite back a snort at the pain it would have caused Klel when it was removed. It was a much darker gold than Klel was right now. He had taken a long time to recover after it was removed and he still hadn’t regained the deep golden colour he was before.

The healer held the scale against the boy's shoulder. He stood silently for a whole minute as if he were concentrating. Toby knew it was an act, the healer had no real power, and it was all done by the golden scale. A monkey could hold it and it would heal just as well. The healer removed the scale and stepped back.

You will be better now, he boomed, as if to an audience.

I still feel dizzy, the boy squeaked in a whisper.

Nonsense! exclaimed the healer but when the lad almost fell over he laid the scale once again on the child’s shoulder.

There, that would fix anything, the healer said abruptly and shoved the golden scale back into his pocket.

As if to prove the healer wrong, the boy tilted sideways and fell as he stepped off the platform.

Try again! the old woman cried as she helped the child to his feet.

If that didn't work, then he can't be healed, the healer snarled at the old woman. He stepped down from the platform and knocked her to the ground when she got in his way.

The old woman got up and turned to leave by the door Toby had come in. She was crying and holding the child up to prevent him falling.

Beg pardon, Mam, Toby said politely as he stepped aside to let her pass. But instead of leaving, the old woman and the boy just stared at him.

The healer said he couldn't be healed! The old woman burst into a loud wail. She stopped suddenly and stared hard at Toby. Her eyes narrowed as she poked a bony finger at his chest. You're Toby ain't you?

Yes, Toby answered. Most people knew him so he wasn’t surprised.

I hear you get to see the dragon. Her voice had dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, and she looked back over her shoulder to check they were alone. It would be able to heal my grandson if you took him to see it.

Toby frowned as he wondered why the healer had told the woman that the boy couldn't be healed. It had never happened before. Surely the scale hadn't lost its power yet? They had only taken it from Klel a few months ago and it should work for at least a year.

The woman must have misunderstood Toby's frown, for the hope in her eyes faded and she turned to leave.

Wait, I'll take him to Klel, Toby whispered as he put his hand on her shoulder to stop her leaving. He didn't dare speak any louder because he would definitely get in trouble for taking the boy to see Klel. He was relieved when she turned back to him but did not expect what followed.

When he's better you can get him work up here in the castle, can't you? The old woman whispered, and with a brief kiss on the boy's cheek she shuffled quickly out the door.

But... Toby turned to look at the young boy who stood looking expectantly at him. How was he supposed to find a job for this boy when he couldn't even get one for himself? And where was he supposed to live? Toby had intended on moving back in with Aggie, but would she take in this boy too? It was true that Aggie had taken him in as a baby and raised him as her own along with her own son, Nathan, but this was different.

I'm Marc, the boy said quietly. You don't have to let me stay at the castle. I can go down to the town and sleep at the shelter.

The shelter! Toby was horrified. Most of the people who lived there were thieves and beggars, forced into such a lifestyle by desperation. We'll sort something out.

I won't be any bother and I don't eat much, Marc promised with a huge sigh of relief.

First, we have to get you to Klel, Toby said and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. I can't take you till after dark, or we’ll be seen.

It was several hours before dark and Toby had to think of a place to hide him until then. If Marc was found in the castle he would be cast out into the snow.

Just at that moment the aleman came into the room with a trolley and began to load up a barrel of ale. Toby knew then that he had the answer to one of his problems, for the moment anyway.

How are you, Trec? Toby asked, pushing Marc back into the shadows.

Toby, how’s life down at the stables? Trec slouched against the barrel for a rest.

It didn't work out, Toby admitted with a shrug.

Well, I'll make sure I'm not around when you tell Aggie. He gave Toby a sympathetic look. Just as well it's my night off. I've just got to put this last barrel in the storeroom and I'm off to town.

I'll take it down for you, Toby offered, trying not to look too eager.

Fine by me. Trec didn't think about it for more than a second. I know I can trust you with the key to the storeroom.

Trec pulled a big brass key from his pocket and threw it to Toby. I'll be back about midday tomorrow.

No problems, Trec, Toby said as Trec headed out into the snow.

Marc, too weak to walk, sat on top of the barrel as Toby pushed it down into the depths of the castle to the ale storeroom. They didn’t meet anybody on the way for which Toby was grateful.

You can stay in here until dark and then I'll come and get you, Toby said as he lit a candle from the flame of an oil pot and handed it to Marc. Sorry but I'll have to lock the door.

That's okay, Marc said bravely and sat down in a corner.

Toby locked the door and walked slowly up the corridor. Now he had to go and tell Aggie he was back!

He found her in the kitchen, overseeing the preparation of the evening meal. She ruled the kitchen as she ruled the rest of the domestic areas of the castle, with an iron fist. Nobody, not even the head cook, would dare to question one of her orders. Toby watched from the doorway as her tall, slim body worked its way around the hearths. He decided to wait until she finished her inspection of the kitchen before he spoke to her. He didn't really want an audience when she gave him a lecture.

Toby, over here. Aggie spotted him hovering at the door and Toby sighed as he went over to her. Since you're here you can make yourself useful. Do you have to be back at the stables soon?

No, I can take as long as I want, Toby replied truthfully.

Good, then you can turn this spit. Aggie stopped turning it and Toby took over. Aggie had to bend to reach the handle of the spit but for Toby it was just the right height. Anyone who was told that Aggie was his mother would laugh. Aggie was over six feet tall with jet-black hair, pale skin and blue eyes whereas Toby was well under five feet with sandy brown hair, darkly tanned skin and deep violet eyes. People often accused him of having too much time on his hands if he could be so well-tanned, but it was just his natural colouring and it didn’t even fade in the depths of winter.

Can you stay to help serve the banquet? Aggie asked as she moved to stir a pot of soup with a large wooden spoon.

I guess so. Toby didn't see how he could refuse. Maybe if he helped out she wouldn't take his news so badly, but would make it hard to get Marc out to see Klel. The heat from the spit had already thawed out Toby's feet and legs and he was getting too hot. He removed some of his extra clothes and was just putting them into his carrysack when Aggie turned back his way.

Why did you bring all your clothes with you? she asked loudly from across the kitchen. To Aggie there was nothing secret, she disliked whispering or gossip.

I... umm... I was cold, Toby said lamely.

"You are still apprenticed down at the stables aren't you?" Aggie came closer and Toby cringed as he saw that she brought the large wooden spoon with her.

I... well... I guess I'm not too good with animals. Toby tensed, ready to listen to her yell at him.

And what do you intend to do now? Aggie stopped right next to him and a flash of her blue eyes showed her anger.

I don't know, Toby admitted quietly. Perhaps it's time I left the castle altogether. Maybe I'll head north and look for my father. Toby wasn't sure why he said that. Until that very moment the thought of going to look for his father hadn't even occurred to him. All he knew about him was that he was a travelling musician and that his birth-mother had met him in the North Kingdom. That was before she came here to the West Kingdom and died when he was born.

But when would I see you? Aggie's voice had lowered so that only he could hear her. Toby looked up at her, surprised to see a tear run down her cheek.

I can’t stay here. I've been kicked out of every trade in the castle and there are no jobs in the town. Toby realised that half the kitchen staff were listening. By the time dinner was served his sacking would be common knowledge around the entire castle. Aggie may disapprove of gossip but she couldn't stop it.

But it’s so cold this time of year. Surely you can wait until spring? Aggie was as close to begging as Toby had ever seen her. This was nothing like the telling off he had expected.

I guess I should wait for better weather, Toby agreed.

Good, you can take Rane's place here in the kitchen until then. Aggie was instantly back to her confident and controlled self as she turned the spit that he had forgotten all about. Rane has been moved up to be a page for Prince Rory.

Him, a kitchen hand and serving lad? Toby didn't like the idea one bit but what choice did he have? At least it would only be for a few weeks until spring came, then he would be off.

The banquet was well under way before Toby found time to slip away to fetch Marc. He raced down the corridors as fast as he could. The poor boy had been locked up for far too long considering he was already ill.

He reached the ale storeroom and quickly unlocked the door. Marc was slumped in the corner and didn't look to have moved since Toby left him there. He looked pale and half-asleep and when Toby shook him gently he didn't rouse at all. Toby picked him up and carried him up the corridor. Had he left it too late? Marc looked dreadful now.

Toby kept to the shadows until he reached the door to the courtyard. He slipped quietly out the heavy wooden door and scanned the walls for guards but saw none. The chilly air bit at his skin and the snow-covered stones were numbing his feet, but he didn't dare move yet. Still no guards, they must be tucked up in the guardroom drinking mulled wine or sleeping. It hadn't taken long for them to go back to their lazy ways.

Slowly Toby moved around the edge of the courtyard until he could see Klel's shelter. Trying to ignore the biting cold that had now numbed his nose, as well as his feet, Toby carried Marc over to the shelter and went inside.

CHAPTER THREE

DRAGONS DON’T TALK

Klel’s shelter had a stone back wall, wooden rafters and a straw roof. Widely spaced wooden poles held up the roof around two sides, which made it look like a cage. Klel was curled up in the corner, his nose tucked under his tail.

You come? Klel's voice was light and musical. He raised his blunt snout towards Toby and his startling green eyes shone brightly.

Dragons don't talk, Marc muttered without opening his eyes.

Marc is sick, can you help him? Toby whispered in case someone was near enough to hear.

Toby had never brought anyone to see Klel before but he knew the dragon would help if he could. When Toby was just a small boy he had fallen very ill in the night. Aggie, fearing that Toby would not survive the night, had tried to rouse the healer, but he refused to come. She had taken him down to Klel’s shelter and asked the dragon to heal him. Klel saved Toby’s life that night and Toby’s earliest memory was of being held in the golden dragon’s embrace.

Klel rose into a crouch and moved closer. Did he see healer?

Yes, Toby told his friend.

Klel leaned over Marc, nudging him gently with a clawed foot.

Wake up, lad, Klel ordered.

Dragons don't talk! Marc opened his eyes and stared at Klel.

He showed a total lack of fear and Toby was impressed. Klel may not be very big, about the same size as one of the king's horses, but to wake up with him an inch away from your face was scary enough.

When last eat, lad? Klel asked, ignoring Marc's denial of the obvious.

I'm not worth eating. Marc shuffled out of Klel's immediate reach.

Don't want eat you, Klel snorted and swung his head towards Toby. What rubbish told him?

None, Toby defended himself calmly. Rumours in the town have you eating naughty children and breathing fire all day.

They do? Klel's eyes widened and his eye ridges rose several inches. Why?

To scare children into being good I guess. Toby shrugged his shoulders. Aren't you going to heal Marc?

Nothing to heal, Klel said bluntly as he backed into his sleeping corner again.

Nothing? Toby looked from Klel to Marc who looked about to faint again.

Used to breathe fire! Could burn greenfruit off tree, fifty paces. Much further than brothers. Klel seemed to have slipped back in time as his eyes glazed over to a light yellow.

Why can't you now? Marc leaned forward to stare hard at Klel.

They took my band away. Klel's eyes snapped back to brilliant green and he snorted loudly.

Your band? Toby prompted. Klel had never spoken of this band before.

My band... is who I am... where I belong... Klel replied with a proud, angry voice and his eyes turned a dull orange colour.

Toby knew that Klel was getting cross. He may not breathe fire but his tail could sweep your feet off the ground and send you flying across the courtyard.

Leave, Klel muttered.

So I'm healed? Marc looked unsure as he tried to keep his balance.

Nothing to heal. Try eating. Klel gave them one last snort before he turned several times on the spot and settled himself to the floor, tucking his nose under his tail.

Come on Marc, we'd better go, Toby said and helped Marc to his feet.

Used to breathe fire, Klel muttered as pale golden lids closed over his eyes.

Toby paused at the entrance to the shelter, scanned the quiet courtyard and frowned as there was still no sign of any guards. He didn't want to be caught, but it made him angry that they weren't doing what they were supposed to, protecting Klel and everyone else in the castle.

Putting one arm around Marc, Toby helped him over into the shadows at the edge of the courtyard. They crept around the walls until they reached the wooden door. It wasn't until they slipped back inside that Toby spoke.

Why didn't you just tell me you were hungry? Toby almost accused him.

I couldn't pay for any food. Besides, I ate several days ago, Marc replied matter-of-factly with a shrug of his shoulders. It's never hit me like this before and I've gone twice as long without food many times.

You have? Toby wondered what it was like to go hungry. Growing up in the castle he had never once gone without a meal, unless he was naughty.

Gran didn't have a lot of food and my little sister cried herself to sleep all the time so I started giving her my food as well, Marc explained. Where do we go now?

Good question. Toby frowned as they walked deeper into the castles corridors.

These were the corridors used by the servants to move around the castle without the royals or their guests knowing they even existed. So where could they go? Toby knew his old room had been taken by another boy and he could hardly turn up to share Aggie's room with Marc in tow.

Don't you have a room? Marc queried as he stopped to rest against the wall.

I... Just then Toby remembered that he was taking over Rane's duties, which meant he got Rane’s room too. Of course I have a room.

Several minutes later Toby had shown Marc to Rane's old room and given him another candle.

I'll come back with some food soon. There's bound to be stacks of leftovers from the banquet, Toby promised as he gently closed the door.

He'd been gone a long time and Aggie was bound to be cross with him but he detoured around the kitchen and headed up to the dining hall. The first thing he had to do was get Marc some food.

THE NEXT MORNING TOBY arrived at the king’s private eating room in a rush. Aggie wasn't in the kitchen today so he was under the orders of the head cook, Claris. Claris could bellow louder than the Master Groomer and she was lightning fast with a wooden spoon.

He had scored double duty for his absence last night. Not only did he have to serve down in the main dining hall but up at the king's private eating room as well. That meant rushing from one to the other several times to keep the cups full and tables cleared as soon as possible.

King Herat, Queen Lisan and Prince Rory were still eating, so he stepped quietly to the side of the room to wait for them to finish.

Prince Rory, a quiet man in his early twenties, was eating slowly and gazing out the window. He looked as if he wished he were somewhere else. Queen Lisan, a tall woman with long, straight black hair, was trying to engage her husband in conversation but he was ignoring her as he gave his full attention to the food before him. He looked like he had never gone hungry as his stomach was straining the shiny gold buttons on his bright blue jacket. It was a colour that most people with flaming red hair would avoid but King Herat wore it often.

A tall thin man with a pinched expression entered the room and approached King Herat.

Ah, my schedule for the day, the king muttered through a mouthful of bread as he took the offered parchment. Vern, the Chief Clerk, took several steps back while the king looked at it.

Rory, I want you to come to this morning’s court session. King Herat spoke to his son without looking up.

Prince Rory did not reply and the king finally looked up

Rory! the king shouted and Prince Rory blinked as he brought his attention, seemingly reluctantly, back to his surroundings.

Pardon father, I didn't hear you, Prince Rory said so quietly that Toby only just caught his words.

You haven't attended the court sessions in over a week. It is inexcusable for the heir to the throne to avoid his responsibilities. The king banged his clenched fist on the table and several cups almost overturned.

But Father, I dislike the need to punish people, Prince Rory almost pleaded with his father.

Maybe Rory is right. Queen Lisan spoke up for her son. Punishment isn't the only answer.

Enough! The king bellowed and thumped the table again. This time several cups tipped their contents onto the table and Toby raced forward to mop it up. You will be there Rory or I will have you dragged there.

Yes, Father, Prince Rory replied distantly and turned back to the window, eating without really noticing what he was doing.

The king stood up so quickly that his chair fell backwards, almost hitting Vern. Immediately the queen and Prince Rory put down their spoons. Nobody ate once the king had finished. King Herat thrust the parchment back at his Chief Clerk and strode angrily from the room. The queen and her son rose too and left quietly, leaving just Toby in the room.

What ya doing? hissed a voice from the doorway. Max, another serving lad, came into the room. Claris sent me up to see what’s holdin' you up.

They've only just finished, Toby defended himself as he hurried forward to start clearing the table.

And don't think I'm going to help you neither, Max sneered sourly and leaned against the wall to watch. My little brother was supposed to get Rane's job.

Toby cleared the table as quickly as he could, carrying it all down to the kitchens by himself while Max followed empty-handed. Eventually Toby was allowed a break. He had an hour before he had to be back to help prepare lunch for the dozens of guests in the castle and he took some food to Marc.

He and Marc wandered into the more used parts of the castle. He knew how to keep to the shadows and duck out of the way when he came across the guards. After a few minutes of wandering the corridors they found themselves outside the court room. This was one of the few places that townspeople could go in the castle and Toby knew they wouldn't look out-of-place in here. Normally the chief clerk stood at the door but today the large doors were unguarded and they went in and sat on one of the many empty pews.

King Herat sat at the far end of the room with a thoroughly miserable looking Prince Rory next to him. A man stood before them in torn and ill-fitting clothes. His head hung so low that his chin rested on his chest and his shoulders drooped in defeat.

For stealing a chicken from the castle farmyard I sentence you to three months in the cells, King Herat boomed. His voice could be heard all the way to the back of the court but there was only a handful of people in the whole room to listen. Most townspeople avoided the court for it only brought bad news, never good.

Three months! The man jerked his head up at what he seemed to think an unjust sentence. I didn’t take the chicken, just two eggs.

My judgement is final. King Herat didn't even raise his voice as he signalled two guards to take him away. Next case!

The king frowned as he looked for the chief clerk who brought forward the guilty to be sentenced.

Maybe there are no more? Prince Rory suggested hopefully.

Nonsense! Guard go and see what is going on, the king ordered.

As the guard walked down towards the main doors they burst open and a tall man with a flowing cape strode into the court. He carried himself with the air of high ranking gentry and he ignored the guard who attempted to stop him. He was closely followed by Vern who was trying to overtake him before he reached the king.

The man’s shocking red hair stood out against his black cape as he strode on with his back to Toby. From the dusting of unmelted snow on his cloak he must have only just arrived at the castle.

Sir, Sir... This isn’t allowed, Vern insisted, but the man took no notice.

What is all this about? the king demanded loudly and glared at his chief clerk.

Your Majesty, I apologise. I tried to tell the gentleman that he could make an appointment to see you next week. Vern reached the front of the room at the same time as the stranger and bowed.

Bow before your king! King Herat looked furious that the stranger had not given the customary bow. Bow or I'll have you thrown in the cells!

For several seconds the man stared at the king and then a thin smile curved his lips.

I'm glad to see you do not tolerate disobedience, the man said as he gave a sweeping and graceful bow. I wish a private audience with you immediately.

Impossible. The king shook his head.

I will not wait a week to say my piece. He didn't seem bothered by the king’s refusal.

Then you will not have an audience with me at all, the king returned evenly.

Very well, I do believe you may have preferred to see me in private... He paused for effect and probably to make sure everyone was listening. ...Father.

CHAPTER FOUR

THE NEW PRINCE

Several seconds of silence followed the stranger's claim. Instead of the rage that Toby expected, the king went white and his mouth sagged open in surprise.

Morgain? he asked in a whisper.

I have not seen my mother for some time but she told me of my birthright. He smiled briefly at Prince Rory before adding. Which I have come to claim.

Surely you're not going to believe this madman, father? Prince Rory jumped to his feet.

Toby leaned forward in his seat. He had heard tales, stories of a long-lost son. It was said that a woman had lived at the castle before Queen Lisan and that she and the king had a son. She disappeared one day, along with the king’s first-born, never to be seen again.

Blaise? The king seemed to have lost his wits as he just looked at the man, completely ignoring Prince Rory.

Correct, he replied and bowed low again.

Vern edged forward and coughed loudly.

Your Majesty! Vern spoke loudly when he was ignored.

Yes, what is it? King Herat looked annoyed at the interruption.

Don't you think we should clear the court? Vern indicated the rapt audience who had seen far more than they ever expected to.

It was done immediately. Toby and Marc paused outside the door to see if they could hear anything more, but it was too thick to allow sound to travel through so they wandered off.

As they walked back to their room a portrait on the wall caught Toby’s eye. He moved closer and let out a gasp of surprise. The portrait was of the king in his youth and it was as if he were looking at a picture of Blaise. Prince Blaise, he corrected himself. No wonder the king didn't hesitate to believe his claim. This could stir up all sorts of trouble, especially with the queen!

By the time Toby got back to the kitchen the only subject being discussed was the new prince. Having been present during the whole thing made Toby very popular with everyone, except Max.

TOBY STRAINED UNDER the weight of the heavy tray as he climbed the steps to the king's eating room a short time later. Normally the king shared the main dining room with his guests for the noon meal but with Prince Blaise's unexpected arrival things had changed.

Queen Lisan looked decidedly upset. The king was looking very pleased and smiled broadly at his eldest son who sat next to him. Prince Rory had moved further down the table and was sitting as far away from his half-brother as he could. Prince Blaise grabbed hold of the bowls of food as quickly as Toby put them on the table. His plate was already heaped dangerously high but more was added from every new dish.

We'll present you to the kingdom on my return from the North Kingdom. Unfortunately I must leave this afternoon. King Herat didn't stop eating while he talked and food dribbled from his mouth. We'll hold a banquet in your honour and invite everyone.

Everyone? Toby wondered if he meant the townspeople. Probably not, it would just be for the gentry and land owners.

You have business there, Father? Prince Blaise had obviously become comfortable calling him father very quickly.

It is the yearly meeting of the Council of the Kingdoms. Rory should have become a member last year but he refuses to attend. King Herat pointed down the table with the blade of his knife to where Prince Rory sat playing with his food.

Really, brother. Prince Blaise turned and raised an eyebrow in Prince Rory’s direction. You must have strong reasons to refuse such an honour.

They speak only of things which are unimportant. Prince Rory did not raise his eyes from his meal and so missed the furious stare of his father.

Toby darted in to remove some empty dishes and raced back down to the kitchen to refill them. If knives started flying he did not want to be in the way.

More food? Claris asked bluntly as Toby refilled the bowls and then struggled to pick up the tray. Max, help him.

Toby moved half the dishes to another tray for Max and headed for the door. He would rather have taken two trips himself than have Max helping him. Max caught up to Toby just as he entered the eating room and they both started unloading the fresh dishes of food.

What about those two? Prince Blaise was pointing at Toby and Max.

I don't see why not, the king agreed good naturedly.

What had he missed? Why was Prince Blaise so interested in Max and himself? Toby quickly finished unloading the dishes and started collecting up some empty ones. Just as he and Max were about to leave, the king called over to them.

You two lads... When you've finished that report to Prince Blaise. You're his new pages. The king beamed at them as if he had just given them a handful of gold.

Toby bowed as he backed out of the room. He knew better than to speak without being asked to.

Claris wasn’t happy to lose two of her staff at the same time.

Right now? Claris threw her wooden spoon across the room and narrowly missed several people. But what about the evening meal?

Toby and Max stood silently, unsure what they were supposed to do.

What's the problem in here? Aggie swept into the room and shot a hard look at the two of them. Have they been causing trouble?

The king wants them as pages for the new prince! Claris exploded and threw her hands up in despair. And he wants them now!

Aggie's hard look disappeared, in fact she smiled. Toby guessed that she hoped it meant he wouldn’t leave when spring came.

Well, we can't argue with the king now can we? she said pleasantly to Claris. Who could we replace them with by this evening?

My brother Tomas can come today, Max offered quickly before Claris had a chance to speak.

And I know a boy who would be a really hard worker, Toby added as he thought of Marc sitting in a dark room all day to keep out of sight.

So that's settled, Aggie beamed at everyone. You two go and fetch your replacements and then report to Prince Blaise.

Toby immediately raced for the door not waiting to see if Claris was going to object. Max hurried off as well, for once too busy to have a go at Toby.

BY THE TIME TOBY AND Max arrived at the suite assigned to the new prince he was already there.

Ah, at last. Where have you been? He didn’t pause long enough for an answer and from the tone of his voice he didn’t really expect one. He waved his hands around the expensively appointed rooms that boasted almost as much velvet curtaining as the king’s suite. These rooms are far too plain for the heir to the throne.

Toby wondered if he had missed something. Had there been a ceremony to officially announce this stranger as the new heir to the throne? He didn’t think so but he wasn’t going to bring it up.

What would you like, Sir? Max asked with a bow of his head.

Sir?

Toby could see the colour building up under Prince Blaise’s skin. His eyes, the most unattractive shade of brown Toby had ever seen, fixed on poor Max who was trying hard not to bolt from the room. A second later Max was on the ground, struck with a blow so fast that Toby didn’t even see it.

Is that how you address your future king?

No... Your Highness, Max stuttered as he scrambled to his feet and held his hand to his chin.

Follow me and I’ll show you what I want. Prince Blaise strode off with a relaxed smile as if he hadn’t even raised his voice, no matter his hand.

Toby followed as quickly as Max did, knowing that their new master wasn’t one to cross, ever. Their first stop surprised them both but they did not let it show. Prince Blaise walked straight into his step-brother’s suite as if he owned it. He immediately started pointing out ornaments and wall-hangings that he wanted. Toby briefly wondered what would have happened if Prince Rory had been in his suite. Nothing, Prince Rory never raised his voice and definitely not his fist. He would have stood aside and allowed his most treasured possessions to be taken. Strength was not one of the younger prince’s qualities.

The only room they didn’t go to was the king and queen’s suite, but from the lengthy time Prince Blaise paused outside the door it was clear he wanted to. The prince left them to collect the items he wanted while he skipped lightly down the stone steps that led to the main doors, whistling off key and smiling broadly.

It took several hours to collect all the items for the prince and it was an hour before dark when they were carrying the last item, a rolled-up rug, down the hallway

Do you believe he’s the king’s son? Max muttered. His jaw was bruising already and would not be pretty by morning.

It doesn’t really matter what we think, Toby commented. A piercing scream, not a human one by the pitch, filled Toby’s head with an almost shattering pain. He dropped his end of the rug, earning him a glare from Max.

What’ya doing? Max demanded.

Can’t you hear it? Toby tried to shake the noise from his head but couldn’t.

I can hear that dragon whimpering in the courtyard, Max muttered sourly.

Klel! Toby jumped over the rug that Max still held one end of and dashed for the steps.

Toby! Come back! Max yelled after him but Toby didn’t wasn’t listening.

Klel was in pain and he had to get to him. What could have caused such pain and why was he the only one hearing it?

He reached the courtyard just as the king, mounted on a huge horse, went out the main gate. The royal carriage followed at the rear of a dozen guards. Toby knew the king would sleep away most of the trip north in the carriage, which was why they were leaving so late in the day. 

Both princes and the queen stood dutifully by the left of the gate as the king left the courtyard. Toby took the chance that nobody would be looking his way and he dashed across the courtyard to Klel’s shelter. He didn’t even take the time to cover his footprints in the light dusting of snow on the ground. What he saw made him feel sick and had Klel not been so dear to him he would have turned and run.

Klel lay half curled up in the corner of his shelter with his eyes shut, whimpering and thumping his strong tail against the wall. The king, or someone ordered by him, had removed three scales from the soft underbelly of the poor creature. Toby knelt down next to his friend, unsure what he could do for him.

Klel, he whispered softly as he stroked the dragon’s head. Why did he do it? Is there an illness in another kingdom?

Unlikely. Klel wriggled, trying to find a more comfortable position and opened his eyes to look at Toby. The pain in them was horrible but Toby didn’t look away. Show off more likely.

Toby nodded in agreement. King Herat loved nothing better than to show off the golden scales. He rarely offered to heal anyone with them, which made it even worse. The scales would slowly lose their powers and Klel’s pain would have been for nothing.

Will it take long for them to heal? Toby looked at the open wounds on Klel’s chest, then took his shirt off and covered them with it. At least it would keep the cold air off the sensitive skin underneath.

One, not long. Two, longer. Three, much time. Klel sighed as he closed his eyes again. Thank you, Toby.

Toby looked at his friend and brushed a tear from his cheek. He could easily see where scales were removed in the past and had re-grown over the years. They were lighter in colour than the rest of his scales, and thinner too. His hatred for his king began to grow stronger.

Realising there was nothing more he could do for Klel, Toby slipped out of the shelter and ran back to the castle just as the last of the procession passed through the gates.

He stopped in his room, put on his only other shirt, and ran back up to Prince Blaise’s suite. Max was still dragging the rug across the floor and Toby picked up the other end and helped to spread it in place.

I won’t forget this. If you get us into trouble with the prince I’ll make you sorry, Max promised and glared at Toby.

A guard appeared at the door and waited for them to notice him.

You’re to report to the prince in the practice yard, he said and then rushed off back down the steps

Max pushed past Toby with a sour look. He probably wants to use us as target practice.

The practice yard? He must have gone there straight from seeing the king off. It seemed a strange choice for the first place to visit but Toby was fast realising that Prince Blaise was unusual.

When they arrived at the practice yard Prince Blaise was standing in the middle of the yard juggling stones as if waiting for someone. Toby and Max walked quietly up and stood several feet behind him but did not interrupt his juggling. Prince Rory was also just arriving by another archway. All practice had been suspended as everyone watched to see why the two princes were here.

We could have met in more civilised surroundings. Prince Rory shifted from foot to foot, looking very uncomfortable being so near weapons of war.

Two swords, lads. Prince Blaise spoke to Toby and Max without turning to see if they stood behind him. He obviously saw more than they thought.

Toby looked around for a familiar face and saw Nathan. Nathan tossed his sword to him and he caught it deftly by the handle then approached his new master hesitantly. Max had been given one too and he looked just as nervous. Was Prince Blaise expecting them to fight?

CHAPTER FIVE

PRIDE OF THE WEST

I thought we might have a friendly bout, brother, Prince Blaise said as he took the sword from Toby, ignoring Max.

Toby and Max moved back out of the way, relieved they would not be fighting. Prince Rory didn’t like to fight and by the look in Prince Blaise’s eyes he knew it. Why had the new prince needed anther sword though? He was wearing one that looked expensive enough to feed a family for several years.

I don’t believe in fighting. Prince Rory drew himself up and delivered the words with a truly prince-like command.

Nonsense, Prince Blaise retorted as he tossed the sword, hilt first, straight at Prince Rory and then drew his own. Every man must be able to fight to defend his kingdom, especially the second in line for the throne.

Prince Rory had no choice but to catch the sword. Prince Blaise gave no warning of his intent as he suddenly lunged at his unwilling opponent. Perhaps by more good luck than skill Prince Rory stepped aside and block the attack but he was unsettled by it.

What does skill with a sword prove? Prince Rory demanded as he stepped back out of range again.

Courage, dedication, concentration... and the desire to win. Prince Blaise punctuated each word with a blow from his sword and on the last he flicked his wrist in a circle and rendered Prince Rory swordless. All the qualities needed in a king.

Prince Rory gulped visibly as his new half-brother advanced on him and placed the tip of the sword at his throat.

Another sword for the prince! he bellowed and Max quickly ran forward and placed it in Prince Rory’s hand but the prince simply stood holding it, sweating as he looked down the blade of the sword at his throat, refusing to attack.

Prince Blaise smiled, a thin-lipped and evil smile, then pulled his sword away before returning it to its sheath.

What would it take to make you stand up and fight? he asked quietly so that only those close by could hear. Maybe we’ll find out one day.

Prince Blaise turned and walked off leaving Prince Rory staring in shocked surprise. Toby and Max caught up with Prince Blaise as he stopped next to the captain of the guard.

I hope your men fight better than that? Prince Blaise cocked one eyebrow as he watched Prince Rory hurrying quickly from the practice ground.

All our guards are well trained, the captain replied, without the defensive tone his face suggested.

Prince Blaise either didn’t notice the sharpness in the captain’s eyes