Blood of Dragons (51 page)

‘Let me catch my breath, Davvie. An old man like me doesn't take these stairs as easily as you do.'

The young Elderling halted obediently on the next landing. ‘There's a fine view from here if the steps are taxing you,' he offered. ‘You needn't climb the whole way to the tower top.'

Hest stepped to the window and looked out over the city silently. He had expected the boy quickly to refute the notion that he was an old man. It pricked his vanity that he had not.
Don't let it show.
He looked out of the window to feign interest but as his eyes took in the full extent of the city, even his worldly soul was amazed. The view from the river was no way to comprehend the vastness of Kelsingra. From this vantage, the city spread out in every direction. He saw a few collapsed buildings and scattered areas of damage but for the most part, the city seemed intact and unplundered. He could not begin to imagine the riches of the place. His eye marked half a dozen statues presiding over empty fountains. He knew a collector in Jamaillia who would beggar himself to add even one of them to his collection. He ran his fingers along the tiles that framed the windows. Each featured a dragon in a different posture. The lad saw him admiring them.

‘Oh, those are great fun. Watch!'

The boy ran his hand along the line of dragons and they cavorted at his touch. When he stopped, they froze as they were.

‘Amazing!' Hest exclaimed. ‘May I try?'

‘Of course.' Davvie had become the guide now, tolerant and amused by Hest's amazement. Excellent. Hest assayed a clumsy attempt to activate the dragons as the boy had. He missed half of them. He tried again, with as little success. He drew his hand back in disgust. ‘I haven't the knack for it,' he exclaimed in disappointment.

‘It's easy. Like this.' Davvie took Hest's hand in his own and ran it over the dragons. This time, they leapt and pranced for him.

‘One more time,' Hest suggested and set his free hand to Davvie's shoulder to allow the boy to control his hand more surely. Davvie was intent on his dragon-play. As he drew Hest's hand once again over the tiles, the man leaned forward and kissed him warmly on the side of his neck.

Davvie sprang back with an exclamation of shock, but Hest managed to maintain his touch on the boy's shoulder. ‘You are so handsome,' he said throatily. ‘So exotic. How could you think your scaling ugly?' He breathed out through his mouth, a sigh of desire, and then caught his breath raggedly. Davvie was staring at him, his mouth slightly ajar. Hest imagined sealing those lips with his own and his feigned passion was suddenly real. He moved toward the Elderling, and when Davvie backed into the wall, Hest pressed his body against him.

‘This is not … I don't …' Davvie stuttered. Searing curiosity and fear battled in his dark eyes.

Excellent.
Hest risked that he was the sort aroused by danger and the forbidden. He pressed himself against the youngster and spoke by his ear. ‘Sedric broke my heart. I'm alone. You've been discarded. What harm do we do anyone if, for a short time, we forget those pains?' He leaned his weight hard on the youth, and the hands that he put on him were purposeful and demanding. ‘There is so much I can teach you. Ask me to teach you.' One hand suddenly moved, to grip Davvie's throat. ‘Say “please”,' Hest suggested pleasantly.

‘I'm not going to wait on him forever,' Carson said over his shoulder. ‘He said he wanted to go hunting, and I waited for his guard shift to be over.' Sedric was trailing Carson as he strode into the baths. The hunter opened the doors to the soaking room and a cloud of humid air engulfed them. Kalo, his eyes closed to slits in pleasure, was dozing in the water. ‘Davvie?' he called, but there was no response. Sylve looked up from scrubbing Mercor and shook her head.

They were halfway to the dining hall when they heard a commotion from the stairwell. There was a wordless yell, anger mixed with outrage, followed by a muffled stream of words.

‘That's Davvie!' Carson exclaimed and spun toward the steps. The hunter went up them at a run and Sedric followed, his heart in his mouth. Davvie and Lecter had been quarrelling lately. Both had been sullen and unpredictable, but as far as he knew, they hadn't come to blows. Yet the unmistakable sounds of a physical struggle were in progress.

Sedric reached the landing a half-step behind Carson and halted in shock. Hest was there. He had not seen him since he had faced him down in the street; had not wanted to see him, ever again. Yet there he stood, a hand to his cheek as a rumpled-looking Davvie tugged his tunic straight. At the sight of Carson and Sedric, Davvie flushed a deep scarlet. Hest only smiled knowingly. He leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms on his chest.

Carson's eyes darted from Hest to Davvie and back again. Breath shuddered in and out of him, and possibly Hest did not know how furious he was as he asked Davvie, ‘What's going on here?'

‘Nothing,' he declared sullenly, and Sedric saw Carson's shoulders swell. ‘Whatever it was, it's my business. I'm old enough to take care of myself,' the boy added defiantly.

Carson seemed barely able to contain himself as he looked from Hest to Davvie. ‘Looks like you're doing a fine job of that,' he growled. Fury put sparks in his eyes as he added, ‘Boy, you go from one bad decision to another! How could you be so stupid as to take up—' He strangled on his anger.

Davvie's eyes went wild. ‘You never even give me a chance to explain! And I don't need you trying to protect me.'

He spun back to Hest when the Bingtowner snickered. Davvie's fists were clenched as he gritted out, ‘I don't play your sort of games, old man. I don't need to pretend I'm being forced. I've chosen to be who I am.'

Sedric barely managed to dodge out of his way as Davvie stamped away down the stairs.

‘Well. A misunderstanding, on all parts, I see.' Hest seemed completely unruffled. He smoothed the hair back from his brow and smiled at them both. ‘You shouldn't blame your boy, Carson.' He smiled at Sedric as he added, ‘He's not the first youngster to find me attractive. Though I did misjudge how ready he was for me. Moved a bit fast for him, I suppose.' He tugged his cuffs straight.

For the first time, Sedric noted the red spot on Hest's left cheekbone. So. The boy had landed one on him.

Hest seemed to feel his gaze. He lifted his eyes to meet Sedric's and added, ‘Not like Sedric. He needed the game. And he was very, very ready for me.'

Sedric found his voice. His words were soft. ‘You're right, Hest. I was ready. Ready for you, or any other predator. Just as naïve as Davvie.'

‘Predator?' Hest lifted one sculpted brow. He transferred his gaze to Carson. ‘Is this his new pretence, perhaps for you? Nothing was his decision, I “preyed” on him? Ridiculous. He was only too enthused to put himself into my control. He relished every moment of it, and was a very apt student. I trust you've enjoyed all I taught him?'

Carson made a small sound. Sedric shot his hand out to rest on the hunter's chest. He felt oddly calm as he said, ‘Davvie was right about one thing, Carson. You didn't need to protect him. And you don't have to protect me, either.'

The hunter looked at him with unreadable eyes. ‘Please go,' Sedric added quietly.

Consternation and then hurt showed in Carson's dark eyes. ‘I need to do this,' Sedric said even more softly. ‘Trust me.'

Carson's gaze searched Sedric's soul. Then he gave one slow nod and moved stoically away down the stairs.

‘Well, well.' Hest turned away from Sedric. He ran his hand along the tiles and set the dragons to dancing. He didn't turn to look at him. ‘Are you ready to come to your senses and return to Bingtown with me?'

‘No.'

‘Oh, come. You've made your point. You left me and I will tell you that I quickly discovered just how hard it was to replace you. I shouldn't have mocked your plan for us. I still think trafficking in dragon parts was a foolish venture, and I think events have proven me right. Am I correct in guessing that your current friends know nothing of what your original intent was?'

Sedric found his heart thumping against his ribs. Why? Why was this so hard? He cleared his throat. ‘I doubt there is anything you could tell him that he doesn't already know about me. He's not like you, Hest. He listens when I talk.'

‘I should have listened, I'll admit that.' Hest turned to look at him. The damn boy had landed two good blows to his ribs. They still hurt, but the epithet ‘old man' that he had thrown had hurt even more. At least Sedric seemed to be coming to his senses. He'd sent his forest man away. Hest sensed what he wanted. Just enough sentiment to allow him to come back to Hest. And a touch of the old mastery to remind him how much he'd enjoyed it. Had he felt a moment of jealousy when he came upon Hest and the flustered boy? Hest thought so. He'd noticed how Sedric's eyes had lingered on his face.

‘It's not too late for us,' Hest said. He let his voice go deep on the words and was secretly delighted with the look of incredulity that blossomed on Sedric's face. He liked the scaling, he decided. Showing off Sedric's changed appearance in Bingtown would definitely add a fillip of triumph to his return. He was fairly confident that if he returned with Sedric's share of the wealth of Kelsingra to set at his father's feet, the old man would forgive the absence of his wife. His mother would certainly understand that Alise had become completely unsuitable to share their name. He'd tell her what he'd seen, and then beg her mercy and discretion in letting him quietly annul his marriage to Alise. He wouldn't marry again. Let his father name who he wanted as his heir. With Sedric's share of Kelsingra, he wouldn't need the family money to live very well indeed.

It could all be managed. All of it. Beginning with Sedric. ‘You were right. I admit it, and I apologize for doubting you. You gambled yourself and won us a fortune. I can't even calculate the value of what you've won for us. It isn't just in what we can take out of the city. People will want to come here, to visit. To have country homes, perhaps. Everything you dreamed for us can come true. Here, we can live openly, in luxury, as we wish. And when we go back to Bingtown, we can enjoy the best of everything the civilized world has to offer. Sedric, my boy, you've done it.'

‘I'm not your “boy”, Hest.' The words were spoken so quietly.

Hest shifted his tactics slightly. ‘How well I know that. Ah, well, we've both changed, haven't we? Sweet Sa, if you knew the half of what I've gone through to find you and bring you home! Well, some day we'll share that tale with the fellows, won't we? And have a good laugh about your sojourn in the wilderness. I'll wager you're more than ready for a comfortable home and a glass of good wine. And an evening alone with me.' He smiled at him, an inviting smile that Sedric would well recall. He licked his lips.

Sedric was meeting his gaze steadily. His mouth was flat, unsmiling, his eyes unreadable. ‘No, Hest. No to all of it.'

‘No?' His grin grew wider. ‘Ah, you've always begun by saying “no” to me, haven't you? Sedric, you want me to make you change your mind, don't you? Well, I don't mind that. I don't mind that at all.'

Hest swayed slightly as he advanced. Sedric watched him come and felt almost preoccupied with trying to decide what it reminded him of. And then he knew. A snake. A snake stalking a mouse.

Except that he wasn't a mouse any more. As Hest reached for him, Sedric shot his fist out, pivoting to put his weight into it. He felt it connect solidly, saw the other man stumble back against the wall. ‘No,' he said again as Hest lifted both hands to his bleeding mouth. ‘No to all of it.'

He turned and went down the stairs. He didn't look back. He went out of the baths and spotted Carson at the bottom of the steps, deep in conversation with Davvie. He was listening while Davvie gesticulated, and then threw a punch at the air. Then the youngster looked up at his uncle earnestly. Sedric couldn't hear what was said, but at the end of it, he saw the hunter nod gravely. He reached out to tousle the boy's hair. In mid-reach, he suddenly changed the gesture to a clap on the shoulder. Davvie gave him a nod and a half-smile before turning away from him. So. It wasn't all right, not completely, but in time, it would be.

Sedric increased the length of his stride and caught up with Carson as he started to walk away. He linked arms with him and then flinched when Carson covered his hand with his own.

Carson looked down and then glanced up at him in surprise. ‘Your knuckles are bleeding.'

‘Are they?' Sedric held his hand up for his own inspection. ‘No.' He wiped the blood off on his cloak. ‘They're just bruised.'

‘Let me see.' He took Sedric's hand, studied the puffing knuckles, then lifted it to his mouth. He kissed them gently, gravely. ‘All better,' he told him.

Sedric bit his lower lip to keep it from trembling, but didn't try to hide the tears that rose in his eyes at Carson's tenderness. ‘I think you're right,' he agreed huskily.

They both startled as dragons trumpeted, a peculiar note in their cries. The sound was passed from one creature to the next, until it filled the sky over the city and echoed back from the hills. ‘What are they going on about?' Sedric wondered.

‘It's an alarm. A stranger approaches.' Carson was already studying the air above them.

Sedric lifted his eyes to the sky. He didn't ask Carson how he knew these things. The hunter just did. After a scan, Sedric pointed. ‘There. Right at the horizon, very low. Black dragon. Kalo?'

Carson squeezed his shoulder. ‘You've a good eye, Bingtown boy. But that's not Kalo. He's bigger than Kalo. And Kalo was soaking in the baths.' He squinted. ‘No. That's not one of our dragons.'

The dragons shrieked again, more urgently, and began to converge, coming from all corners of the world to spiral above Kelsingra.