Mercedes Lackey - Aerie Page 4

  They might simply posture and circle, like a pair of cats that had not yet made up their minds to fight. But if they fought, if the riders didn't get off and out of the way quickly enough, death or severe injury was inevitable. And although Kiron had never seen a dragon fight go on to serious hurt in wild dragons, all that meant was he hadn't seen it. That didn't mean it didn't happen. There was a lot that wild dragons did that he hadn't seen, nor had anyone else. No one had known, for instance, that a dragon mother would leave her youngsters in the care of another, if she felt that other was trustworthy enough. That was how Great Queen Nofret had gotten her dragon,

  It made sense, though, and it explained something that had been reported—one or more of the previous hatching's females hanging about the nests and not being driven away. It occurred to Kiron, as Avatre spiraled up a thermal, that this was very like what common-born women did, appointing an older child as a tender for the toddlers and infant. The young female got to practice her baby tending under the careful eye of her mother, then just before fledging, which was the moment when the babies really were sturdiest, the mother could fly off leaving her older daughter in sole command of the nest. In the next few years, this lesson might be repeated, so that when the young female matured enough to mate, she was not relying on instinct alone to guide her in rearing her first hatch—

  Such philosophical thoughts were rudely interrupted by the sound of shouting and screaming below him.

  Startled, his involuntary movement made Avatre go into a sideslip, and he looked down over her shoulder.

  Below him, men on horseback, attacking a laden caravan. With a start, he realized he and Avatre had gone farther afield than he had planned. And that this caravan was taking the more dangerous short route between Sanctuary and Ten-hen-tes, the so-called City of Caravans.

  Dangerous, not just because of the lions that roamed this area, but because of the bandits, sadly on the increase. Renegades and lawless men, and some merely desperate, but all deserters from the armies of both Tia and Alta, seeking to make their fortunes by taking the fortunes of others.

  The fighter in him instinctively responded, and Avatre in her turn responded instantly to the little signals his muscles gave by going into a steep dive.

  His mind was startled, but his body was already reacting, shifting and leaning forward, while his hands reached for his sling and stone bullets. As the defenders of the caravan milled in confusion, and one bandit darted in to cut lead reins of the rearmost camel and lead it off no one looked up, until the dragon and her rider were literally on top of them.

  Kiron slung a stone, but they were already past his target, what he took to be the leader, at the point where bandits and defenders alike suddenly became aware that something incredibly large, bright ruby in color, and possessed of more teeth and claws than anyone sane really wanted to confront, was rushing at them at a high rate of speed just above the ground.

  The bandits scattered; so did the defenders. The camels knew this was a predator that could—and would—eat them and tried to bolt. Only the fact that their lead ropes were each tied to the pack saddle of the camel in front of them, and the fact that they all tried to flee in different directions at once, kept them from succeeding in vanishing over the horizon. The men of the caravan all went facedown in the sand, freezing in place like rabbits in hopes the dragon would overlook them.

  Not so the bandits.

  Some of them tried to rein in their horses to stand and fight, but the horses were having none of that. They also knew what was plunging down out of the sky at them, and were not at all willing to become dinner. Unlike the camels, they were not bound together; they could, and did, bolt in whatever direction seemed the most unobstructed. Not even the strongest bit, not the strongest rider, was going to hold back a horse in a state of panic.

  Avatre pulled up, shooting straight up into the sky, as Kiron clung to her saddle and looked for the missing camel. He spotted it just under them. The rider that had tried to steal it was now on the ground, with no sign of his horse—

  Unless his horse was the one currently heading north, riderless, at a high rate of speed.

  Kiron sent Avatre in a wingover to make a second pass, scattering the riders further. By this point the horses were in full gallop and not likely to stop for miles

  At this point, there really was nothing more he could do to help—and in fact, landing Avatre would be rather counterproductive, given the reaction of the camels, so after that second pass he left the caravan workers to take care of the few remaining bandits themselves. He turned Avatre's head homeward; she seemed content now to go.

  But if he had needed it—there it was. The proof that there still was useful work for the Jousters.

  THREE

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  SO, Kiron announced with glee to his wingleaders. "There's still useful work for us."

  "Not just useful, I'd say it's important," replied Huras after a moment. "Uh—I hadn't wanted to bring this up before, but… without an enemy army to fight, Jousters aren't exactly a necessary sort of thing to have about."

  Orest snorted. "Neither are pet baboons, but no one complains about them."

  But some of the others looked thoughtful. It was Oset-re who spoke up for all of them. "The thing is," he said reluctantly, "The pet baboons aren't eating enough meat every day to feed an entire village. For a moon. It was one thing when we were protecting people from their enemies. Without someone to fight?" He shrugged. "Granted, the Great King and Queen are Jousters and want dragons, but…"

  "But if we can't prove ourselves useful, there will be all sorts of pressures brought to bear by nobles and common leaders and maybe even some of the priests," Gan said bluntly. "We are quite visible, and quite costly and the things that go to support us could go to someplace else at a time when both Tia and Alta are trying to recover from terrible losses." He pursed his lips thoughtfully. "Granted, it is true that with the weather no longer in the control of the Magi, this year should be a normal one for crops. But there are fewer farmers in the fields as well, at least in what's left of Alta. I don't suppose Kaleth has had any revelations from the gods about how the harvest will be, has he?"

  Orest raised an eyebrow. "I don't think that's the sort of thing that Kaleth hears about."

  "Well, a fellow can ask, can't he?" Gan was not in the least abashed. "I doubt the gods would be offended by so simple a question."

  "I want to hear about what sort of tactics we should be using," said Kalen firmly. "Driving off bandits is not the same as fighting trained soldiers. And what do we do with any that we might capture? We won't have an army underneath us to act as our support in the field. We need to think of these things before we have problems, not after."

  "Should we be getting permission to do this?" Menet-ka worried aloud. "This is nothing we've been told to do."

  "But we also haven't been told not to do it," Kiron told them all. "And my thought is that if we wait for permission, we might be waiting for moons, but if we just go and do it, by the time anyone thinks to order us to stop, the merchants will be so used to the protection that the howls of protest will sound like a pack of wild hounds with prey in sight."

  Gan grinned. "You're learning," he said smugly. "You are learning."

  Kiron just shrugged. In so many ways, the old order of things had been uprooted and they were all having to learn new paths. He looked around at them all, his friends, the young fellows he had fought beside and helped to train, and suddenly it was as if he was seeing them for the first time.

  "We've—all changed," he said aloud, feeling just a little stunned.

  Because they really had changed, all of them, some out of all recognition. When he had first seen them, lining up before him to be told what being a raiser of dragons would be like, they had been an oddly assorted crew. There had been the commoners: quiet Huras, the baker's son; tall Pe-atep of the booming voice, who had tended the great hunting cats for a noble; small, wiry Kalen, who had done the same with
falcons. There they had stood, in their soft commoners' kilts, no jewels, no eye paint, their hair, like Kiron's, tied back in a tail. Common as street curs, all of them. Kiron could not boast any great bloodline, for before he had been a serf in the power of the Tians, he had been nothing more than an ordinary farmer's son.

  And the others. Orest, son of the great and wealthy Lord Ya-Tiren; Kiron's friend, yes but under normal circumstances, they would never have met, much less become friends. So Kiron had met them because he had rescued Orest's sister Aket-ten from a river horse—so they had become friends because Kiron had done so by flying in on the back of the first tame dragon that the Altans had ever seen. A simple farmer's son would never have been a Jouster in Altan society; the notion was as outlandish as the reality—that a serf bound to the Tian Jousters had stolen a fertile dragon egg, hatched it, raised the hatchling to adulthood, and escaped with her. Impossible.

  Yet there he was, and there they were. And he had been set the task of teaching a new lot of Altan Jousters how to have truly tame dragons, that obeyed out of training and love, instead of drugs and training.

  Then there were the others, that he had not until that moment met. Ganek-at-kal-te-ronet, known to his friends as simply Gan, the oldest of the lot, handsome to a fault, with a languid air of laziness and a passion for women, with the highest bloodline of all of them but one. Menet-ka, also nobly born, though of a minor house, shy, but like the others, wearing garments and jewels, eye paint and hairstyle that proclaimed him to be far above the common touch. Oset-re, almost as nobly born as Gan, almost as handsome, with a superficial vanity that had swiftly fallen before his desire to partner a tame dragon.

  Kiron preferred not to think about the one who was no longer with them. Prince Toreth, who had stood between the Magi and the power of the Altan throne, and thus, had died at their hands…

  Now, though… now, there was no telling which of them was common-born and which noble. They all looked alike. There was no eye paint, no one wore his hair in the elaborate braids of nobles. All were clad alike in the wrapped Jouster's kilt; all were equally tanned and hardened by work. All had the hands of warriors, and some scars, too. Except for some superficial differences of face shape and size, they could have been brothers. Paler than Tians, but like Tians, black of hair and brown of eye, what marked them most was the look they all wore, what Heklatis called "the look of eagles." Even Aket-ten had that look about her, now that he came to think about it.

  They were no longer what they had been. Now they were men.

  And one woman … no, two. Because Kaleth had crossed the threshold into adulthood before any of them, and with him, Marit, his lady, and her twin sister Nofret.

  It was Menet-ka who understood at once what Kiron meant. He nodded. "We have," he said gravely. "Now I think it is time we truly showed that."

  Orest made a face. "Alas! We must be responsible?" he said in mock mourning. "And here I had hoped that when the wars were over, I could live my life as an idle ne'er-do-well! Ah, well. Fate has other plans for me, I suppose."

  The others laughed. With the Altan capital in ruins, even had Orest been dragonless, he would scarcely have been permitted to be an idler. For that matter, it was vanishingly unlikely that his father would have permitted him to enjoy such a path even if Kiron had never come to Alta. And he, and everyone else, very well knew it.

  "So!" Orest continued, with relish. "Tactics! How will a Jouster, or a wing of Jousters, best deal with bandits?"

  Kiron smoothed out a patch of sand and laid pebbles in a line on it. "Caravans always travel in single file; this makes them vulnerable to attack from one or both sides. What this means for the bandits is that they must find a place where they can wait concealed." He heaped up sand on either side of the line of rocks, and placed more rocks behind them. "Since there are only so many places along the caravan routes where they can do this, we need not spread ourselves overly thin, nor play watchdog for the caravans as they traverse their entire routes."

  The others nodded, but it was Huras who said slowly, "For now."

  "For now," agreed Oset-re. "Without a doubt, once the bandits realize what we are doing, they will change their tactics. But I think we can adapt. Let us concentrate on 'for now,' and worry about the change when they make it."

  "Against a small group, the old fighting style against ground fighters worked very well," Kiron continued. "The horses were frightened into bolting, and none of them had the presence of mind to shoot at me. Of course, this, too, will not hold for long. So what I think we must do is this. We will begin by running patrols in pairs. For now, having two targets will keep the bandits confused enough. We will determine where the places of cover are along the caravan routes and keep them under watch."

  "We will be limited to flying no more than half a day from Aerie," Kalen pointed out.

  Again, Kiron nodded.

  "For now," he repeated. "This will change. Perhaps the merchants will suggest ways in which we can feed our dragons along the routes besides hunting. Perhaps the Great King will establish outposts of Aerie. But, for now this will do. We will be giving the caravans some protection. And those who are now questioning the need for us will shortly be the ones insisting on such things. So. We have much territory to cover, and not so many of us. I would hear your words, wingleaders. Who shall we set to what patrolling, and still remain able to feed our dragons with hunting?"

  Two days later, much as Kiron had expected, Aket-ten swooped down out of the sky on Re-eth-ke, just as he was harnessing Avatre to go out to hunt. Re-eth-ke backwinged smartly, throwing up an enormous cloud of sand, a piece of rudeness on Aket-ten's part that Kiron found less than appealing. She flung her leg over the saddle and slid down Re-eth-ke's blue-black flank as he dusted himself off her face a study in anger and admiration mingled.

  "Great King Ari and Great Queen Nofret send their greetings to Kiron, and compliment him on the successes against the bandits that have been raiding caravans," she said, with an attempt, not very successful, at icy formality. "They command you to continue in these ventures, while their advisers study the results. And I would like to know—" she continued, her eyes flashing,"—why no one told me that there was going to be fighting!"

  "Because you were with the Great King and Queen," Kiron replied mildly. "I only just launched the first strike by accident two days ago. We are still working out what pairings are best, and what we will do when two dragons are no longer enough. And do not think to add yourself to the roster. Not until the Great King and Queen release you from messenger duty, at any rate. I cannot countermand their orders, and you will flout them at your peril."

  Aket-ten looked quite ready to bite something. "Any dragon past fledging could run messages!" she protested.

  "But not just any Jouster has the full trust of the Great King and Queen," he pointed out with inexorable logic.

  He didn't expect that to mollify her, and he was right. She actually growled.

  But at least this had put all complaints about the lack of female Jousters right out of her head for now.

  Aket-ten surveyed her handiwork and smiled.

  So Kiron thought he was going to be clever about her plan for more female Jousters, did he? "Allow" it as long as they got their own dragons? He had clearly forgotten who he was dealing with. She loved Kiron, no doubt, but sometimes he drove her mad. He should have known by now that when Aket-ten made up her mind about something, she found a way to get it done.

  It didn't hurt in the least that she was serving duty as a courier between Mefis, Sanctuary, and Aerie. And there in Mefis were all those dragon pens, lying empty…

  And in the hills beyond the Great Mother River, all those former Jousting dragons, some of whom, at least, retained some good memories of their service to humans, none of whom were the least bit experienced in hatching eggs and raising youngsters.

  It had all been a matter of patience, really. Patience, and having Great Queen Nofret's ear. Nofret would immediately see the val
ue of having female Jousters as well as male; for one thing, dragon courier service was proving extremely valuable to the Great King and Queen, and they certainly could use more than just Aket-ten to serve as messengers. For another, just because Jousters were very good at fighting, that didn't mean that fighting was all they could do. Men were so single-minded! Kiron assumed that because she'd fought alongside the rest of them, that was what she wanted to do, too! She had never liked the fighting. Never. The acrobatics, the training, all of that, yes, but never the fighting. But girls could scout the borders of the Two Kingdoms without ever engaging an enemy, making the regular patrols that Tian and Altan Jousters always had, and that could free the fighting dragons to be ready to spring into action if a threat did appear! Girls could give Great King Ari regular reports about conditions within the Two Kingdoms, too, if that ever become necessary. In flood season, they could fly rescues as Kiron's own wing had when the capital of Alta fell. They could ferry a single passenger, say a Healing-Priest, to places where he was needed—much, much faster than the fastest chariot could bring him. From the air, they could learn how to recognize blight in crops and map out the exact area that would have to be burned in order to save the rest of the crops.

  And that was only what she could think of without working too hard. She was certain she could think of more things, and all of them would be tasks the men would—face it—scorn to perform. Or, well, at least the hotheaded young men, and the hidebound old ones. Probably Kiron and most of his wing would see the need. But they'd be glad to have girls around to do the jobs, so they wouldn't have to.

  Once she had girl Jousters, anyway. At the moment, she only had one… or rather, she had one girl and one egg, shortly to hatch. Still! it was a start!