Belmardina
was determined now more than ever to help Cadfael. The next morning, as the
patrol was moving out, Belmardina took flight to do her scouting. Halfway
through her daily mission, she circled back to Snowcap Village. It was getting
cloudy and windy, and her fear of lighting forced her to stay low. She landed a
short distance from town, dressed, and then made her way back to the library.
Belmardina pleaded with the female dwarf
curator: “Is there anything I can do
to barter for the book? I don’t have any money to offer, but I can turn into a
fifty-foot dragon. If you need a boulder moved, brush burned… I can even fly
you anywhere in Dru if you need me to.”
“So
you truly can turn into a giant dragon? I thought the rumors were false!” The
dwarf said, “There're only a few dragons that big in all of Dru…” she became
thoughtful for a moment. “Say, I think there is something you can do. Dragon horns are some of the toughest
material out there. One as large as yours would fetch at least ten gold drachma
if not more.”
Belmardina
beamed. “I can do that! Dragon horns grow back, after all.”
And
so, Belmardina and a small entourage of dwarfs brandishing saws and axes walked
outside and into the street to remove one of her horns. She turned into a
dragon and lowered her head to the snowy ground, holding very still while the
dwarfs worked.
Thirty
minutes passed. Thirty minutes of doing nothing but listening to instruments
pound away on her right horn. Vibrations echoed into her skull, forming a
thundering headache. Finally, one of the dwarfs hopped down from her head (as
it was the best place to stand while working on her horn) and looked her in the
eye. “We’re sorry, milady. We’ve worked it as hard as we could, but the
material is too tough. We can’t
remove it.”
Belmardina
lifted herself to her four feet and carried her heavy body to a nearby pond,
looking at her reflection. There wasn’t a single dent in the horn. “Is there
anything else we can try?” She asked, feeling a lump climb into her throat
(something that had been happening to her more and more often) Why am I so emotional these days!
They
tried for another hour. Denizens of the town, curious about the dragon and the
dwarfs climbing on her head, back, and horn, came pouring out to see what was
happening. Eventually, they even joined in. They worked with chisels, spears,
swords, ropes, chains and fire. A wizard even attempted a spell on her horn,
but it fell flat like buttered toast hitting the floor butter-side down.
Finally, the villagers became bored and
returned to their homes. It began to rain, and the dwarfs were forced to give
up.”We’re sorry, milady. But, you should at least be very proud to have such
sturdy horns.” And with that, they left Belmardina alone in the cold. Tears
began to sting her eyes.
One
of the townsfolk had accidentally left a chain wrapped about her horn, and
though she tried desperately to reach it, she could not remove it, and she did
not want to change back into a human as she was much warmer in her dragon form.
She wondered what Blutgang would have to say about her trying to remove a horn.
He’ll either be proud of me for trying,
or worried… possibly angry that I’d go to such an extreme to help Cadfael.
She had never seen her husband angry before and she hoped this incident would
not inspire ire toward her.
As
she began her flight back to the patrol, she prayed silently. She prayed that
she might yet find some way to remove her horn or get money through other
means. She prayed for Cadfael and his son, and she prayed for Blutgang and
their child.
The
wind picked up, and Belmardina realized it had become ominously dark. Rain
streaked down her wings, sending showers of droplets into the air whenever she
had to flap. Her heart began to race—if she could just get beyond the clouds
she would be safe. Thunder rumbled, coming closer and closer…
Belmardina’s
hair began to rise, pulled up toward the clouds by writhing electricity.
Suddenly, a blinding light enveloped her world, jolting her with a searing and
almost indescribable pain as it wrapped itself about her, searching for the
chain on her right horn. A sound louder than anything she had ever heard boomed
through the air, chasing the light, reverberating her bones. She felt her
strength leave her in its entirety, and she fell to the earth as if she had
become lead.
When
she awoke, the storm was passing. Her head throbbed, and she felt like she
could not move. She stared at the receding clouds from her place on a grassy
hill. The smell of rain entered her nostrils, and she finally realized she was
not dead.
She
sat up slowly, every inch of her body trembling. She felt about her scales,
wings, and tail, looking for damage or any serious wounds. There were slight
burns about the right side of her head, and she felt like her skull was somehow
heavier on the left side. She sat for several more minutes, catching her breath
until at last, she realized she had been struck by lighting.
She
reached up to her right horn. It had been severed, and the chain dangled
loosely about the base of what remained of the horn. But where was the missing
part? She looked about and saw it, sticking out of a puddle filled with the
colors of a rainbow that had blossomed overhead.
Cadfael
was overjoyed to have his book returned to him later that evening. He bowed
deeply before her, saying, “You’re the best choice our king could have made in
a queen.” He then pulled a small book from his satchel, “I’ve been trying to find
something to fill this little book with, and, with your permission I would like
to write a short children’s story for your son.”
Belmardina
beamed with pride and happiness for her friend. “I’d love that, Cadfael.”
After
that, she made her way to Blutgang who had just halted the soldiers for the
evening. When he saw the burns (much smaller on her human form) next to her
right ear and a strand of hair that had been shorn down to an inch, forming a
bang above her right eye, he immediately asked what had happened.
Belmardina
told him the story, slowly and truthfully. After the tale was done, he nodded
in his simple way, saying nothing. Belmardina thought he was okay until they
began setting up their tent for the night. Usually he would talk to Oak, describing
all that they were doing in an effort to get him to say his first word, but he
was strangely disquieted. Belmardina was unused to confronting situations such
as this, and she could not find the courage to talk to him about what was
bothering him.
Belmardina's mother is looking to be rid of her. So, she invites suitors to a ball, attempting to entice a marriage.
To encourage men to attend, she claims that Belmardina has a special power that is secret and "extraordinary".
However, when her one power is spoiled prematurely, it turns out only one suitor still wants her--Blutgang, king of the kraat. Shenanigans ensue.
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