It was all well and good to insist on only two other men, but who would accompany Dorson? I was astonished to see the changes the army had wrought in my brother; he argued less than I would have expected when Dorson ordered him to remain behind and guard the caeliger. But matters became more than a little tense when the colonel refused to allow any of the Khiam Siu to join him. “If this comes to blows, I don’t want to catch your lot up in it,” he said to their leader, a familiar-looking fellow I thought I must have met at one of those diplomatic suppers in Scirland, what felt like a lifetime ago. That man looked very unconvinced, but ultimately ceded the point.
Tom, in the meanwhile, had approached Ruzt. They could not converse at all, and I could not spare any time to interpret or even to really watch them, but he told me later that he had, through much pointing and other elements of mime, made clear to her his gratitude for my preservation. When I was finally able to rejoin him, he shook his head in disbelief.
“I had a whole winter in Vidwatha to think about this,” he said. His restless gaze roamed the mountainside, never settling on any one thing. “You and I had wondered, after all, whether there might not be living specimens out here. I thought, what if there are? And what if—” His jaw worked silently for a moment before he could voice the rest of it. “What if they somehow saved you?”
I put one hand on his arm. He turned his head aside, so that I could not see his expression, and could barely hear his voice. “I wanted to believe anything that meant you weren’t dead. No matter how impossible.”
He pressed the back of his hand to his mouth. When he finally lowered it again, straightening his shoulders, I said lightly, “That goes to show just how astute you are, Tom. Now come: I think you will be fascinated to see what the ruff of a male Draconean looks like.”
*
To my inexpressible relief, the meeting with the elders went off without violence.
Tom contributed substantially to that, for after a winter in Vidwatha, he knew Dorson far better than I did. The colonel had enough of an ego to enjoy the thought of being remembered as the man who established the first treaty with the Draconeans—and of course he thought of it in those terms, that he would be the one who achieved that triumph. (I, after all, was just the interpreter.) I let Tom exploit that angle for the time being, knowing that it gave Dorson a greater feeling of control, which in turn made violence less likely.
Suhail and Thu were both present, looking passably like guests instead of hostages. My husband’s nod reassured me that they had not been mistreated; Kahhe and Zam were watching over them, much to my relief. But after that I could spare very little attention for them, as my efforts were entirely taken up by the role of interpreter, which I was sadly ill suited to.
I will not attempt to replicate all the points of conversation that day and the following ones. They would make for tedious reading, and would distract from the true turning points that sealed the fate of the Sanctuary and its Draconeans. The first of these involved Andrew, and the second involved Thu.
*
Dorson had every intention of sending the caeliger back across the mountains as soon as that first meeting concluded. He and the bulk of his men would remain in the Sanctuary, but there were others outside—as I suspected, they had established a temporary base nearby in Tser-nga—and he wished to notify them immediately of what he had discovered. When he returned to the landing meadow, however, Andrew informed him with a doleful expression that the caeliger’s engine was malfunctioning. “I think fighting the headwind yesterday strained it something awful, sir,” he said. “We’re working to repair it, but the ship isn’t going anywhere yet.”
I prudently waited until Dorson was done castigating everyone for their failures, then snatched a brief moment of conversation with Andrew where no one else could hear. “A malfunctioning engine?”
Andrew shrugged. “It was pretty clear you wanted to keep this under wraps for now. But if I get caught and court-martialled, you should know that I expect you to come riding in on a dragon to save me.”
(He was not court-martialled. I did, however, later take the precaution of securing him a pardon.)
My brother’s act of benevolent sabotage bought me vital breathing space. At the time I thought it would only give me more opportunity to work on Dorson, persuading him to see the Draconeans as people instead of beasts, and perhaps even convincing him that Scirland must work to protect the Sanctuary from being overrun. Unfortunately, I suspected I would need a good deal more time than Andrew could give me. Dorson seemed willing enough not to kill the Draconeans … but I had very little faith that the Sanctuary would not wind up a possession of the Scirling Crown, its inhabitants treated as little more than exotic animals—possibly even put into a menagerie. And I could not see how to prevent that from happening.
“If I’d had a chance to prepare the ground outside,” I said to Tom in frustration. I had explained to him the plan the elders and I had formulated—a plan that was now shredded beyond all recognition. “But without public sentiment prepared, what is there to stop the army and the Crown from doing exactly as they please?”
Tom shook his head. “I don’t know. Dorson … he isn’t a bad sort in his own way, but he’ll put this whole place under military control, and be convinced he’s doing what’s best for everyone involved.”
“Which will only persuade Urrte and Esdarr and their ilk that the humans must be fought,” I said. “God help us all.”
“You need leverage,” Tom said. “But damned if I can see any.”
My one comfort was that I was permitted to go freely between the caeliger camp and Imsali. The remainder of the council would not be there for days yet, and nothing could be decided until they arrived; in the meanwhile, I could see my husband and Thu.
Though both men were still considered hostages, they were not being kept in close straits. Suhail spent every waking moment studying the Draconean language, pausing only for his five daily prayers—an activity he pursued with more diligence than usual, on account of his tremendous gratitude for my survival. Thu was at somewhat looser ends, and frustrated that he could not speak directly with his Khiam Siu brethren. Two days after the landing, I had a question for him.
“Your countrymen seem very eager to meet the Draconeans,” I said. The three of us were in the house of Ruzt, Kahhe, and Zam, which no longer seemed half so stifling to me, now that Suhail was there. “It could be simple curiosity, of course—but it doesn’t seem to be. I don’t suppose you have any idea why?”
He’d had no opportunity to speak with them yet, but it was clear he had been thinking about the matter. “If they are like me, they are thinking this is a very good…” He paused and looked at Suhail, who supplied him with the word he had forgotten. “Omen, yes. A good omen for the Khiam cause.”