Lawrence Watt-Evans - Sirinita’s Dragon
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There was one fellow, however, who stopped a few feet away and asked, “Are you all right?”
Sirinita looked up, startled out of her reverie. “I’m fine, thank you,” she said automatically.
The man who had addressed her was young, thin, almost handsome, and dressed in soft leather breeches and a tunic of brown velvet – a clean one, in good repair, so Sirinita could be reasonably certain that he wasn’t poor, wasn’t a beggar or any of the more dangerous inhabitants of the fields out beyond Wall Street.
Of course, people who lived in the fields rarely got this far in toward the center of the city. And there were plenty of dangerous people who didn’t live in the fields.
She had Tharn to protect her, though, and she was only a few blocks from home.
“Is there anything I can help you with? You look worried,” the man said.
“I’m fine,” Sirinita repeated.
“Is it your dragon? Are you doing something magical?”
“He’s my dragon, yes, but I was just thinking, not doing magic. I’m not even an apprentice yet, see?” She pointed to her bare legs – if she was too young for a woman’s skirt, she was too young for an apprenticeship.
In fact, she was still a month short of her twelfth birthday and formal skirting, which was the very earliest she could possibly start an apprenticeship, and she hadn’t yet decided if she wanted to learn any trade. She didn’t think she wanted to learn magic, though; magic was dangerous.
“Oh,” the man said, a bit sheepishly. “I thought… well, one doesn’t see a lot of dragons, especially not that size. I thought maybe it was part of some spell.”
Sirinita shook her head. “No. We were just thinking.”
“About the Arena? There’s to be a performance the day after tomorrow, I believe, in honor of Lord Wulran’s birthday, but there’s nothing today.”
“I know,” Sirinita said. “I mean, I’d forgotten, but I know now.”
“Oh.” The man looked at them uncertainly.
“Do you work in the Arena?” Sirinita asked, suddenly realizing this might be the opportunity she had been looking for.
“No, I’m afraid not. Did you want…” He didn’t finish the sentence.
“We were wondering if Tharn could be in a show,” Sirinita explained.
“Tharn?”
“My dragon.”
“Ah.” The man scratched thoughtfully at his beard. “Perhaps if you spoke to the Lord of the Games…”
“Who’s he?”
“Oh, he’s the man in charge of the Arena,” the man explained. “Among other things. His name is Lord Varrin.”
“Do you know him?” Sirinita looked up hopefully.
“Well, yes,” the young man admitted.
“Could you introduce me?”
The young man hesitated, sighed, then said, “Oh, all right. Come on, then.”
Sirinita pushed Tharn’s head off her lap and jumped up eagerly.
Lord Varrin, it developed, lived just three blocks away, in a mansion at the corner of Wargate High Street and, of course, Games Street. A servant answered the door and bowed at the sight of the young man in velvet, then ushered man, girl, and dragon into the parlor.
A moment later Lord Varrin, a large, handsome man of middle years wearing black silk and leather, emerged and bowed.
“Lord Doran,” he said. “What brings you here?”
Sirinita’s head whirled about to look at the man in velvet. “Lord Doran?” she asked.
He nodded.
“The overlord’s brother?”
“I’m afraid so.”
“But I… um…”
“Never mind that,” Doran said gently. “Tell Lord Varrin why we’re here.”
“Oh.” Sirinita turned back to the Lord of the Games, grabbed Tharn by his head-crest to keep him from eating anything he shouldn’t, and explained.
When she had finished, Lords Varrin and Doran looked at one another.
“I’m afraid,” Lord Varrin said gently, “that your father is right; we don’t ever keep dragons inside the city walls. It simply isn’t safe. Even the most well-intentioned dragon can’t be trusted not to do some serious damage – quite by accident, usually. A full-grown dragon is big, young lady; just walking down a street its wings and tail could break windows and knock down signboards. And if it loses its temper – anyone can lose his temper sometimes.”
Sirinita looked at Lord Doran for confirmation.
“There’s nothing I can do,” that worthy said. “I’m not even sure my brother could manage it, and I certainly can’t. Our duty is to protect the city, and Lord Varrin is right – that means no large dragons. I’m very sorry.”
“Not even for the Arena?” Sirinita asked.
Lord Varrin shook his head. “If we ever really needed a dragon,” he said, “we could have one sent in from somewhere, just for the show. We wouldn’t keep one here. And we’d have a dozen magicians standing guard every second, just in case.”
“So Tharn has to die?”
Varrin and Doran looked at one another.
“Well,” Doran said, “that’s up to you and your father. We just know he can’t stay inside the city walls once he’s bigger than a grown man. That’s the law.”
“It’s a law?”
“I’m afraid so.”
“Oh.” She looked down at her feet, dejected, then remembered her manners. “Thank you anyway,” she said.
“You’re welcome. I’m sorry we can’t do more.”
The servant escorted Sirinita and Tharn back out onto Wargate High Street, where she looked down at Tharn in despair and asked, “Now what?”
He snorted playfully, and the hot, fetid fumes made Sirinita cough. She also thought she might have seen an actual spark this time.
That would be the pebble that sank the barge, Sirinita thought – if her parents found out that Tharn was spitting sparks out his nose they wouldn’t allow him in the house, and that “few days” her mother had mentioned would disappear. He’d be chopped up and sold to the wizards today, she was sure.
Ordinarily, when confronted with an insoluble problem, she might have thought about consulting a wizard herself. She couldn’t afford their fees, but sometimes, if they weren’t busy, they would talk to her anyway, and offer advice. She had never needed any actual magic, so she didn’t know if they would have worked their wizardry for her.
This time, though, wizards were out of the question. They were the ones who wanted Tharn’s blood for their spells. Lord Varrin had said that magicians could control dragons in the Arena, but if they could control them well enough to keep them in the city, wouldn’t they have already done so?
Besides, there was that law – no grown dragons inside the city walls.
Well, then, Sirinita told herself, she would just have to get Tharn outside those walls!
She looked around.
Games Street led northeastward – didn’t it go right to Eastgate? And of course, Wargate High Street went to Wargate, but Wargate was down in the guard camp with the soldiers; Sirinita didn’t like to go there. She didn’t mind the city guards most of the time, but when there were that many all in one place they made her nervous.
Eastgate should be all right, though. She had never been there, let alone out of the city, but it should be all right.
Grandgate or Newgate might be closer than Eastgate, but she didn’t know the streets to find them. Eastgate was easy.
“Come on, Tharn,” she said, and together they set out along Games Street.
It took the better part of an hour to reach Eastgate Plaza. Sirinita didn’t think the distance was even a whole mile, but there were so many distractions!
Games Street, after all, was lined with gaming houses. There were cardrooms and dice halls and archery ranges and wrestling rings and any number of other entertainments, and there were people drifting in and out of them. One man who smelled of oushka offered to gamble with Sirinita, his gold against her dragon; she politely declined. And dragons weren’t often seen in Eastside, so several people stopped to stare and ask her questions.
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