Voices of Dragons (22 page)

As soon as Artegal flew across the border, the requirements of the sacrifice were fulfilled and the dragons would call a truce. Or so she and Artegal hoped. Artegal was confident—he said the dragons had the greatest respect for this ritual. Kay hoped that the human side of the conflict would also respect what she had done and abide by a truce. As her mother had said, what they needed was a chance—a reason—to talk.

Neither could be sure what their people would do.

After entering Dragon, they turned east and landed an hour later so Kay could get warm again. She broke open a pack of hand warmers and put on her winter clothes, then secured their climbing ropes and harness, which Artegal
had hidden yesterday. Flying with her clipped into his harness would be more comfortable for both of them. They didn't stop for long; they didn't want to be found.

Artegal wanted to avoid dragons entirely. He couldn't be sure that either of them was safe. So he flew, straight and fast as he could, stopping only for a few minutes at a time, just a few times a day. The rest of the time, he went on, tireless, determined. She stayed strapped in, nibbling on beef jerky and granola bars from her pack, sipping water, watching the sky swirl past above her. She slept on his back, heat radiating from him, helping keep her warm. His heartbeat pounded in her dreams.

Many times, she heard aircraft, but could never be sure where they were. Sometimes she saw specks in the distance or running lights at night. Other times, Artegal would see something that caused him to veer and increase his speed. Dragons, in distant pursuit. But they weren't caught. Their pursuers almost seemed like escorts.

On the third day, they reached the Atlantic Ocean. They stopped briefly, touching down on the coast, flying a few miles along the shore. Then they touched down again, closer to a town on the horizon, where Kay's cell phone found reception. Kay sent a text message to her mother: I'
M ALL RIGHT
. I
LOVE YOU
. She texted the same message to Jon and Tam.

After that, they left land behind. Then they couldn't stop at all.

He startled her once by diving. She choked back a scream
as she felt him hit the water and saw waves splashing on either side of his body, but a heartbeat later he was beating his wings hard and pulling up. She saw the tail of a huge fish dangling from his mouth before he sucked it in.

Artegal was already tired, flying lower and lower, closer to the waves, and the beats of his wings slowed. But his neck was still straight, his head still pointed forward toward their destination. They were both coated in salt from ocean mist.

On the fourth day, they saw land again: Greenland, if they'd set their course correctly. The shore was rocky, and the landscape beyond it was white, endlessly white, inhospitable with ice.

Relieved, she sighed. Her muscles were stiff from staying crouched in the same position, and her body was sore from jerking against the harness. If nothing else, even if they didn't find what they were looking for, here was land, and they could rest awhile before deciding what to do next.

Artegal dipped his left wing, and they turned in an arc until they were heading up the coast. They were able to rest for a few hours on the shore. The wind blew harshly here. Artegal tucked his neck in, pulled his tail close, and napped. Kay sat in the shelter of his body and watched the slate gray waves tumble and break on the rocky beach. She didn't think she'd ever be warm again. But she also had a feeling, deep in her gut, that they were heading toward something, that they would find something, and the thought warmed
her. She consulted the treasure map and its coordinates, comparing them to the numbers on her GPS tracker, and planned the next part of their journey.

It felt as if she and the dragon hadn't spoken in days. They would look at each other, ask a question with their gazes, and answer with nods. It was peaceful.

On the fifth day, they saw a thin column of steam rising from a far northern, ice-locked shore. Artegal steered toward it.

A moment later, they spotted another dragon, with scarlet scales that flamed yellow and orange in the morning sun, flying to meet them. Kay squinted and saw a leather harness around its chest and a person riding on its back.

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