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Authors: Vivian French

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The Flight of Dragons

BOOK: The Flight of Dragons
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Prince Marcus
second in line to the throne of Gorebreath
Gracie Gillypot
a Trueheart
Gubble
a domesticated troll
Professor Scallio
former tutor to Prince Marcus
Marlon
a bat
Millie
Marlon’s daughter
Samson
an extremely small bat, no relation to Marlon, and not very important
Alf
Marlon’s nephew
Great-Uncle Alvin
Marlon’s great-uncle
Queen Bluebell
Queen of Wadingburn
King Horace
King of Niven’s Knowe
Princess Fedora
oldest daughter of Kesta, Queen of Dreghorn; married to Prince Tertius
Prince Tertius
only son of King Horace
Bobby
page in the palace of Niven’s Knowe
Saturday Mousewater
housemaid in the palace of Niven’s Knowe
Marshling Stonecrop
a boy
Thistly Canker
longtime resident in Niven’s Knowe
Conducta Canker
Thistly’s daughter
Globula Canker
Conducta’s twin
Great Grandpa Canker
also known as Old Malignancy, aka Mercy Grinder, a seriously evil character banished to live beyond the borders of the Five Kingdoms
Carrion Crow
a crow; a spy for Old Malignancy

D
RAGONS

Lumiere

Indigo

Luskentyre

T
HE
A
NCIENT
C
RONES

Edna
the Ancient One
Elsie
the Oldest
Val
the Youngest
Foyce
Gracie’s stepsister and apprentice crone

“D
ragons?” Professor Scallio peered over the top of his spectacles. “MORE dragons? Where were they this time?”

The very young bat perched on a shelf in the ancient library of Wadingburn Palace opened his mouth, but no sound came out. A much older bat, balanced precariously on a pile of books on the professor’s desk, gave him a sharp look. “Give us the gossip, kiddo. Quick smart! No time to hang about!”

The very young bat began to quiver. “If you please, Mr. Marlon Batster,” he whispered. “I ain’t accustomed to human people.”

Marlon gave a snort of disapproval. “Thought you wanted to learn the biz.”

“Oh, I do, Mr. Marlon Batster! I do!” The little bat flapped his wings. “When you said I could be a Batster Super Spotter, I was so excited, I was all of a flap, so to speak, but I didn’t know you’d want me to talk to human people.” He gave the professor a nervous glance. “They’re SCARY!”

“Not as scary as I’ll be if you don’t spill the beans, young Samson,” Marlon said cheerfully. “Come on, kid. You can do it. How many dragons? Where? What time?”

Samson screwed up his eyes and took a deep breath. “Three of them. One gold, one blue, and one green. Beyond the southern border. Twilight yesterday.”

“That’s more like it,” Marlon told him. “Now hop to. You know the drill. Any more sightings and you’re back here, pronto.”

“Yes, Mr. Marlon Batster, sir. Certainly, Mr. Batster, sir. Erm . . . Mr. Batster?”

Marlon lifted an imperious claw. “Spit it out, kid.”

“Ma said I had to go straight back to bed, Mr. Marlon Batster, sir.”

Marlon sighed. “Can’t get quality help these days. OK, young Samson. Scoot.” Samson scooted, and Marlon turned to Professor Scallio. “So. What d’you make of that?”

The professor shook his head and picked up a piece of paper from his desk. “That’s the fourth time your spotters have seen dragons in the South. There’s one report from the North, two from the West, and so far nothing definite from this side of the Five Kingdoms, although Millie heard a farm boy telling his friends he’d seen a dragon. Luckily he’d spent most of the afternoon in the Pig Catcher’s Tavern, so nobody believed him.”

“Good girl, my Millie.” Marlon allowed himself a fond smile. “Not much gets past her.”

Professor Scallio stroked his chin. “So far the dragons have been seen only at daybreak and twilight, and they’re flying well outside the borders and keeping away from humans. But there’s something going on . . . and it’s worrisome. Very worrisome. What could they want?”

Before Marlon could answer, the library door flew open. Prince Marcus, second in line to the throne of Gorebreath, came striding in, his hair standing on end and his riding jacket covered in mud. “Hi, Prof !” he said. “Nina-Rose is staying at our place, and I can’t stand it any longer, so I came to see you. Arry’s behaving like a dying duck in a thunderstorm, and Father keeps talking about ‘jolly little lovebirds, ho-ho-ho!’ and Mother’s flapping around like a headless chicken. It’s murder. I was going to go and see Gracie, but Mother wants me at home tonight for a hideous family dinner, so I’m going tomorrow instead. It’s Gracie’s birthday soon, by the way. Thought I’d take her on an adventure — but I don’t know where yet. Oh! Hello, Marlon! Didn’t see you there!”

“Hi, kiddo.”

Marlon didn’t sound his usual chirpy self, and Marcus swung around to inspect him. “What’s up? You and the prof plotting something?”

The professor and the bat exchanged self-conscious glances, and Marcus brightened visibly. “You
are
! What is it?” He looked at the pile of books on the desk, and his eyes grew wide. “
Dragons: An Introduction. The Larger Beasts of the Five Kingdoms — with pencil illustrations. Illnesses, Abscesses, and Heat Complaints with Reference to Dragons and Other Scaled Beasts.
Wow! Have you found one? A dragon?”

“Certainly not.” Professor Scallio folded his arms. “Nothing of the kind. I . . . I was just doing some research. On dragons. Wasn’t I, Marlon?”

“Sure thing, Prof. Research ’n’ all that stuff,” Marlon agreed.

Marcus had opened one of the books and was flicking through the pages. “Hey,” he said, “look at this! It’s Niven’s Knowe — there’s a drawing of a whole load of dragons outside Terty’s palace! How come?”

A pained expression crossed the professor’s face. “A flight of dragons, dear boy. A flight.”

“A what?” Marcus looked blank.

His old tutor clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Really, Marcus. Didn’t I teach you anything? Collective noun. Herd of cows. Flock of geese. Flight of dragons.”

Marlon waved a claw. “Colony of bats.”

“Cloud of bats,” squeaked a fourth voice from high up among the bookshelves. “Ma always said it was a cloud of bats.”

“Alf?” Marlon, the professor, and Marcus squinted up into the darkness. “Is that you?”

There was a flurry of small black wings, and Alf appeared, blinking in the light. “Howdy, Unc. Hi, Mr. Prince. Morning, Professor.” He yawned and stretched. “I was asleep. Up all last night on the western border. Somebody seen more dragons?”

“I knew something was going on!” Marcus beamed. “A flight of dragons . . . doesn’t that sound good? Brilliant, in fact.” A thought struck him, and his smile grew wider. “Wouldn’t that be the best-ever birthday present for Gracie? An adventure where she sees a flight of dragons!” He turned over another page. “Look, Alf. Aren’t they amazing? Shame they’re not in color. Oh! There’s the archway at the back of Terty’s place. Even that’s got dragons carved on it. But why are they there? Terty’d have a purple fit if a dragon came anywhere near him.”

Alf began to snigger, but a warning glare from his uncle silenced him. Professor Scallio put the tips of his fingers together and considered his reply. The kings and queens of the Five Kingdoms had never encouraged their offspring to study the past; it was considered much safer to enjoy the present and look to the future. The professor’s view was that an understanding of past events might prevent the repetition of mistakes; King Frank — father of Marcus and his twin brother, Arioso — had always disagreed. “It’ll just give ’em ideas!” he had boomed. “Especially Marcus! The boy’s got far too many ideas as it is! Dangerous things, ideas.”

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