Natalie Yacobson "Rhianon-9. The Birth of the Dragon"

«You glow like a candle,» Hildegard leaned very low over her and stopped brushing her hair for a moment, and now she only stroked it with her hand. «Even in the dark you can’t be unnoticed. If I were you…»

Out of the corner of her eye Rhiannon noticed in the mirror how Hildegard was taking something out of her own tightly knotted hair, a tiny pin in the shape of a sprig of grapes, it seemed. She winced, remembering the deadly fairy treat, and didn’t even notice the quick movement on her own neck. Something hissed right next to her ear. A dazzling, ringed ribbon sparkled. Hildegard did not notice all this. She continued to playfully run her hand through the soft golden curls, then, playing, touched her neck and recoiled. There was a look of horror on her face. Rhianon heard the snake hiss too, but didn’t understand what it was until she felt someone or something still sliding down her neck. Only it was no longer Hildegard’s fingers. Hildegard stood at the door itself, paralyzed with fear and disbelief. For the first time in her life, she was afraid of something. Rhianon only realized what it was when she looked in the mirror. The necklace around her neck, a gift from Madeel, was moving oddly. The necklace had lost its lovely gold lace and ornamentation, and now there were only curled rings and two opals depicting a crowned head. The golden snake itself might have been a mere ornament if it hadn’t moved. It wrapped itself in several rings around Rhianon’s neck, but its elongated golden body was still big enough to reach the frightened guest. The golden jaws hissed open. The snake ducked into a lunge. It lasted only a moment, during which time Hildegard managed to swing the door open and run out of the room. It was amazing dexterity for her. Rhianon had not expected that the staid black lady could be so swift when necessary. But she was more concerned with the snake. Would it strangle her? The rings around her neck loosened just a little. The necklace was loosening, and now the golden lace was hanging smoothly down over her chest again. The snake was gone.

«But it might reappear when you’re in danger again,» hissed a voice from the enamel snuffbox.

«I know,» Rhianon didn’t even look at the leprechaun. She had grown accustomed to his almost invisible presence. «Pick up that hairpin. It fell to the carpet.»

В«Is it aВ sprig ofВ grapes?В»

В«Yes.В»

«What if she’s already turned into a toad?»

«Don’t mess with me. Be quickly!» Rhianon commanded, and the leprechaun reluctantly began to climb out of his hiding place. He clicked first on the cleverly positioned latch in the secret compartment, then lifted the little cornelian-encrusted lid and out came the fancifully dressed creature. He hurried past the incense bottles and down the satin ribbon.

В«Here it is,В» the cunning man still found what he needed on the floor when he was forcedВ to.

As he climbed back up onto the table, Rhianon put her palm up toВ him and felt the chill ofВ the dark agate inВ her fingers. The stones took the shape ofВ grape pips, and at the tip ofВ the clasp it looked as if poison had accumulated.

«I’ll have to find out what it is.»

«You still don’t believe in unselfish gifts.»

«No,» Rhianon touched the necklace around her neck. It had already become the same, but, as it turned out, even Madael never gave gifts for nothing. Perhaps one day that thing would strangle her. So shouldn’t she take it off? And lose her protection? But that protection is given to her by the Devil, and he can also kill her. Who is to be trusted when no one is trustworthy? Rhianon decided to choose the lesser of two evils and left the necklace around her neck. At least it protects her from all those people who dwell in the castle, and they are even more insidious than the devil.

«I’ll throw it into the castle moat,» she decided about the hairpin. For some reason she didn’t want to keep it. The grapevine sprig felt like it was pulsing with poison and burning. It was as if she were clutching a spark from a volcano in her fingers.

«Aren’t you afraid of poisoning the local vipers?» Orpheus joked, looking out from behind the curtains. Though who knows, maybe it wasn’t a joke at all.

Rhianon searched for aВ shawl or aВ muffler toВ cover her exposed shoulders, but found neither and decided toВ go out into the tower that way. The cold wind blew against her skin, and there was fire beneath her skin itself. She was not cold at all, and yet she felt aВ storm approaching. The night seemed almostВ icy.

For some reason there were no sentries on the roof of the castle. Rhianon didn’t worry about it. She wanted to be alone now. She unclenched her fingers and watched with satisfaction as the heavy object tumbled down. Her eyesight was sharp enough to see the dark waters closing over the glittering jewel from above. It flashed a ruby sparkle for a moment and then faded into the darkness forever.

And that was it! Rhianon turned to leave, and she gasped. He stood there, alive and beautiful, but so ancient that not even the stones of the castle could compete with him. The world was younger than he was, but he alone would remain forever young. He alone is unchanged, unlike his entire mutated army, but his wings had begun to darken beneath his cloak. His golden chain mail gleamed on his chest. Its links covered his skin like a dragon’s armor. But why, he was invulnerable as it was. He still wore the same wreath of unfading roses over his brown locks. It seemed to have replaced his crown now.

«Are you looking for me?» His voice became more deep and penetrating, more threatening at the same time. For a moment Rhianon even felt fear. Madael had changed, she could see it, and at the same time she couldn’t tell what exactly the change consisted of. It was as if the beautiful, innocent image had been impregnated with vice, and yet it had lost none of its pristine purity.

В«What do you make toВ think it was you?В»

«Why else would you look up at the starry sky?» He leaned forward, and Rhianon recoiled in horror. Despite all his beauty, he suddenly frightened her. She would have kept on retreating, had she not stumbled upon the parapet. She could have gone no farther; there was only the moat below, if she was lucky, and the sharp rocks if she had fallen a little to her left. Fall into the water after Hildegard’s ornament, and the underwater creatures might still pull her out, much worse would be crashing. It is a pity she still has no wings. And he had promised. She looked at Madael with challenge. Now she knew who killed all the sentries in the towers. And why was it? What did he want from her today? Did he want to fight? She had no sword with her.

She recoiled from the hand that reached out toВ stroke her cheek.

В«Do IВ disgust you?В» He spoke calmly, thoughtfully, unable toВ tell if there was aВ firestorm raging inside him, or if all the old wounds had been healed byВ theВ ice.

She turned her attention to the spikes almost wounding his forehead. He was in no pain, and the flowers on top of the thorny crown were so beautiful. They set off his beauty perfectly. Rhianon involuntarily reached for them with her hand. She clearly imagined the picture – Madael, about to go into battle, wearing a wreath of roses over his golden curls instead of his helmet. He has a helmet with which he is obliged to cover his inhuman appearance in battle, as well as his wings. For his help he would be offered the crown of any country. Humans can only dream of such a thing, but to him worldly values mean nothing. He would give it all up for Rhianon. He must be to her what he once delighted her to be, so he would go into battle with his head uncovered, with a wreath of roses in his golden curls. No mortal would dare do such a thing, for he too could so easily be blown off his head in battle if he crossed reasonable boundaries, but he didn’t care anymore, for her sake he must be bold and reckless. Is it possible to think that roses are protective? Perhaps it was only a legend, but now he himself was the legend of eternity.

He followed the movement ofВ her hand and did not recoil when the flaming fingers touched him. She could smell the faint scent ofВ roses, and heard his voice as if it had come from afar.

В«They were said toВ ward off more wounds than any shield, and he who wears them is invulnerable, but IВ have been invulnerable since before the rose with thorns appeared.В»

В«How do you believe yourself?В» She ventured toВ ask.

В«IВ have always believed that the rose is the girl you love. It is one look at her before you even touch her, and you are too hurt.В»

В«My name is not rose.В»

В«But you hurt me before IВ even knew your name, before you even noticedВ me.В»

His voice was calm, but it conveyed a brutal truth. Rhianon didn’t even have time to sob when strong arms tightened around her waist. It was frightening to even imagine how powerful they were. He could have crushed her with a single thrust, crushing her flesh like chunks of marble statue. Instead, he jerked her off the ground and set her on the parapet.

The height! Rhianon nearly suffocated. The teeth of the parapet beneath her feet were wet with rain and slippery. If Madael hadn’t continued to hold her, she would have fallen, but he didn’t loosen his embrace. His palms slid smoothly around her waist.

The long-standing fear of heights came back to life, but it was different. Maybe it was because someone else’s wings were fluttering behind her back. They were Madael’s wings. It was as if they were her own. His wings were for the two of them. As long as he was with her, she would not fall.

The heights were so dizzying. Someone else’s voices might have beckoned her from heaven and from the abyss, but she was with Madael. What would happen if he left her?

What would he want toВ do? He set her on the parapet ofВ the roof. Is this not aВ dream?

«Are you tired of living?» His fingers lightly touched her cheek. How like the touch of a moth’s wings. «Everyone who sees me and can’t forget me eventually finds their way down,» he nodded at the sharp rocks. «Do you seek your death in battle? Or do you wish to fall prey to court intrigue?»

В«Guard me from them if you wish,В» she allowed graciously.

В«Am IВ your enemy?В»

Strangely, she wanted toВ fight him, and yet she did not consider him her enemy.

В«Are you drawn toВ the abyss? Do you want toВ kill yourself? Do you want toВ fly down the parapet?В»

She hesitated. No, she was not being pulled down. Perhaps he thought otherwise. He was used to the fact that once you see it, you can’t go on living.

«You won’t jump without me, because I am your wings,» Madael whispered to her.

Then he let her go. Rhianon didn’t even have time to see that they had switched places. She was now standing near the parapet, and Madael was hovering beside her. He himself was not afraid of heights. The golden-haired figure with wings, suspended in the air, was both strikingly beautiful and somewhat frightening at the same time.

The angel tilted his head slightly toВ touch her lips with his lips. The kiss was quick but sweet, just like touching the petals ofВ aВ rose.

В«Love me and IВ will give you wings.В»

He had said those words before. Rhianon recoiled. They were empty words, beautiful though they were.

Madael grinned, noticing the change inВ her mood.

В«Still want toВ fightВ me?В»

She didn’t have to answer that question. She could have spared her the trouble of answering that question. A moment’s pause to make up had been and gone. Madael gently flapped his wings.

В«There are no more sentries on the towers,В» Rhianon reminded him sarcastically. В«You have no one left toВ kill.В»

He grinned, dismissive and arrogant.

«I’ll always find someone,» he said menacingly.

Rhianon couldn’t even believe that he had flown away. Her first impulse was to go back to the bedroom and find the sword hidden there. So she did. With it in her hands she no longer felt weak and defenseless. It was a pity she couldn’t wear it at her side all the time. For that she would have had to give up her dress and flaunt it in men’s clothing. Of course, she’s the only lord here and any of her antics should be turned a blind eye by those around her.

Orpheus was pleased toВ tell her that Ferdinand had returned toВ Vinor with the rest ofВ his troops and was waiting there toВ hear from Rhianon.

«I pretended to be a messenger and took him a letter from you and a couple of pretty gifts. He believes he must stay away from you for the time being for your own safety. He no longer claims to share the throne of Loretta with you,» Orpheus explained. «Well, I’ve managed to convince him. Well, I also cut a lock from your head while you were asleep and took it to him. It was necessary. And something else needs to be done to keep him from forgetting you while you’re away and choosing a minion, needing blood, his and yours, and some memorabilia.»

«Leave him alone,» Rhianon slid her fingers over the hilt of her sword. The dwarves had done their best for her. The blade gleamed in the candlelight as soon as the scabbard was removed. It thirsted for blood and was already vibrating quietly. Only now could Rhianon hold it for any length of time. Her hand grew stronger. The vibration of the blade was felt in her palm no more than the beat of her pulse. It should be. If Madael didn’t know how to control his powers exactly the same way, they would crush the world.

Rhianon caught herself thinking that she wanted toВ be like him inВ everything. Even if the next time he showed up at her window not with romantic confessions, but with threats ofВ war and reprisals, she would still try toВ copy him inВ everything.

В«Ferdinand deserves amusement,В» she told Orpheus. В«He must have someone toВ keep him from going mad. IВ will only encourage him toВ choose.В»

В«He has toВ want it himself,В» Orpheus muttered, almost resentfully.

«And if he doesn’t want it, what’s the point of the spell?»

«It is just in case. I want to take care of longevity of his feelings. He’s not an angel or even a spirit, and people are so fickle.»

«Not everyone,» she thought of Ron, rotting in a deep grave, where his remains must have been devoured by something buried there with him, or nurtured by the earth after he’d fallen. There are always demons living in treasures, and it is the same in graves. If this young man had not turned out to be fanatically devoted to her, he would still be alive.

«Still, it wouldn’t hurt to secure our place in Vinor,» Orpheus snorted. «I could remove the heirs.»

«Don’t you dare!» Rhianon was distracted when she heard a low shriek. The sound had come from Hildegard’s chambers. It was easy for her to tell. For some reason she felt a strong urge to go and check what was going on there.

Her chamber was just below, in one of the towers. Rhianon had to go down there. A door opened and she beckoned. She hid her sword behind her back and entered. What she saw reminded her of a scene she had seen once before in this very bedchamber, in this very bed. Everything was the same, the candles lit in the candelabra, the dark silk of the canopy, and the strange, heady smells. Only the bodies entwined on the bed were different. It was one of them, to be exact. It was not the body of a girl; it was the body of an angel. Rhianon almost shrieked. Shimmering wings spread behind her sleek back, golden curls covered Hildegard’s dark-haired head, pale lips brushed against ruby ones, almost transparent hands intertwined with human ones.

The violent act of copulation was coming to an end. Rhianon vividly imagined the murals in Madael’s tower and the ghosts in the barn. Before the fire engulfed it, the same thing must have been happening there.

In her hand was a sword. Rhianon gripped the hilt tightly and stepped closer. She could not see the angel’s face. But it could have been Madael, after all. Then why did she feel no pain, only unaccountable anger? There is no treason here, or is there?

The neck beneath the golden curls was finally exposed. Curls like snakes slipped from it. Here was the right moment. Rhianon struck so quickly that no one would have had time to dodge. She heard Hildegard scream deafeningly. She was splattered with blood. Or rather, it was a black viscous slurry that looked so much like blood. The still convulsively moving decapitated body tried to rise on its elbows and found no support. His fingers slid over the sheets, and his head recoiled so far from them that they couldn’t find it. Rhianon grasped the tangle of tangled strands before anyone else could pick it up. Slowly she lifted it in her outstretched hand. The face, still writhing in agony, was unfamiliar to her. It wasn’t Madael. He was not the one in Hildegard’s arms. She should have felt relief, but all she felt was black anger.

Hildegard’s screams still wouldn’t stop. Before the servants could rush to them, Rhianon emerged from the bedroom, carrying the still-living head in her outstretched hand. A liquid that looked like blood dripped from the stump of its neck. It hissed and almost ignited as it fell on the carpet or the hem of her dress. His long hair was wrapped around her arm, tying it into a bundle, but Rhianon kept the strands in place. His face, distorted in pain, seemed pleasing to her. There was even a moment of admiration in his tormented eyes. Maybe that was what made her joke.

В«Well, that you still love her and notВ me?В»

The cracked lips quivered, trying to say something, but no words came out, just blood flowing from his lips. The head seemed to choke on it. Rhianon thought that the severed head would begin to grow ugly and rot right before her eyes, but that one remained beautiful, while the body in Hildegard’s room might be turning black and falling apart. If so, it was only becoming what it should be. It was ashes.

Barely reaching her room, Rhianon tossed the head into the fireplace without regret. Orpheus’s shrieking did not distract her. She watched arrogantly as the fire touched the beautiful features, but could not destroy them at once.

She felt no regret. What if this is the same creature that crawled in the ground and drank the remnants of life from her friend’s relics. To many of Madael’s fallen angels, beauty returned only after drinking someone else’s blood or someone else’s life. Setius was a case in point. And this angel she did not know at all.

At least she had managed to do something to spare Hildegard. Rhianon liked to take things from others, just as she had been taken from herself. Perhaps after Loretta she would like to take other people’s kingdoms, such as the Duchy of Rothbert. She found the very idea tempting.

В«What have you done?В» Orpheus held his own neck inВ horror, as if she could decapitate him as well.

Rhianon turned toВ him, still holding the bloodied sword inВ her hand.

«You’re not happy about something.»

He did not answer, and she added:

В«If IВ am truly their queen, IВ have the right toВ take their lives.В»

If they are immortal, they can rise from the flames like the phoenix. Rhianon stepped back from the fireplace. Sparks splashed the hem ofВ her dress, but it did not burst into flames.

В«See toВ Hildegard,В» she said toВ Orpheus.

She is the madwoman?В» He was clearly dissatisfied.

«I don’t want her plotting anything against us or making any noise today,» Rhianon explained.

В«Then it will be done.В»

Orpheus disappeared quickly.

Rhianon hid her sword back in its scabbard. She did not scrub the blade because she knew it would absorb blood like a sponge instead of rusting from it. She didn’t need a squire. How would he cope with such a sword that sought to slaughter him? She, on the other hand, was beginning to have the strength she needed to do it.

Strength! What if it were toВ be tested? No one who spent more than an hour inВ forbidden towers usually retained their wits. Sometimes convicts were locked up there on purpose. If someone snuck inВ and stole something, his hands were cut off. For those who tried toВ read the manuscripts, the punishment was blindness or insanity. What would happen toВ her?

Rhianon decided toВ check it out. She knew the secret passage that connected the towers toВ the castle. She could get there inВ aВ matter ofВ minutes. But if she had called her retinue and left the castle gate, the journey toВ the towers inВ Loretta would have taken more than half an hour.

Rhianon was unpleasantly surprised to find herself inside. Everything here seemed to retain the memory of Madael. His presence was felt in the crushing emptiness, as if a golden cobweb stretched over the dusty shelves. She could almost see the two of them huddled against the wall. From the outside it looked beautiful and frightening. It was as if the picture was imprinted on her retina. It was there, near that niche… Rhianon went that way.

В«They say those towers were built long before the city was built, and that they were never torn down.В»

AВ voice came from behind her and startled her. Rhianon looked behind her and saw no one there, but the voice was still there, seemingly coming from everywhere.

«They had not been torn down because the stonemasons’ hands had not obeyed them. No one wants his hands to be cut off, do they? But the governor, to whom Denitsa later appeared, did not dare to disobey him. He did not want the angel to rob him of his mind.»

She looked up. Douglas was perched at ease on one ofВ the higher shelves. He was folding aВ scroll inВ hisВ lap.

«Perhaps this place would someday be assigned a custodian. It would be someone as peculiar as the place itself…» Douglas traced the huge curved dome above. «You don’t find it strange that this tower exists at all. Its contents are valuable, but completely useless to the world. It cannot be touched or read or disposed of at will. It is unusual that a tower that has no function has remained untouched by the rulers of Loretta. It stands there as if it were a curse.»

В«Perhaps it is the curse,В» Rhianon twirled the globe nestled inВ the corner. It was unusual. The drawings on it looked more like aВ map ofВ the stars Orpheus had drawn for her, rather than the usual pattern ofВ bays and continents. It looked quite beautiful. Involuntarily she was fascinated byВ the symmetry ofВ the constellations and the glittering lines drawn between them. It seemed as if the entire starry sky had been turned into one magical ball. AВ moment and it began toВ whirl under her fingers. Rhianon was mesmerized.

В«Careful, this thing is capable ofВ captivating your consciousness. Believe me, IВ almost got caught myself.В»

Rhianon nodded reluctantly, but did not take her eyes off the globe. AВ harpy appeared from beneath her feet and tugged at her hem. Douglas, too, jumped down, traversing the floor-to-ceiling space inВ one fluid motion, and stood besideВ her.

В«It is aВ lot ofВ curious things here, but IВ try not toВ touch anything. IВ read it sometimes,В» the wizard admitted.

«But your hands are still steady and you’re not blind,» she glanced at the scroll in his hands. «You’re not insane, are you?»

В«IВ keep nothing,В» he apologized hastily. В«IВ only look through what IВ am allowed toВ and then put it back.В»