baby he really was still. He sniffed. ‘I think I will have to go quite far to find food and I think we should stay together.’
Tika tried to stem her tears and urge her brain to think clearly. ‘There is water here Farn. Must you have food now, or can you manage without for a while? Is there anything in your memories about what we should do with Krea’s – body?’
‘It is a foggy memory – it is not something a young Dragon should need to know. It will become clearer as I grow older. There IS something we should do, but I can’t tell what.’ His mind heaved with shock and distress again and Tika hummed and murmured to him soothingly. After a while, he added, ‘I feel hungry but I do not have to have food for two or three days I think. As long as I drink water, I will manage well enough. What about you?’
‘I was often not fed in the town. I can go without food for quite a long time I believe, but, like you, I must have water.’
‘Are they gone?’ Farn’s voice trembled. ‘Can we go down to the water do you think?’
‘Open your mind Farn, listen as far as you can. If we do it together it makes us stronger.’
Farn let out a gusty breath. ‘I hear nothing except a far distant mutter. Nothing nearby, not even a single hopper.’
‘I heard nothing either. Come on, I’m sure it is safe to go down. They believe we perished in the tapisi fire.’
After they’d drunk at the stream and Tika had splashed water over her tear-hot face, they turned reluctantly upstream. Towards Krea’s body.
‘I think we have to stay near her, I can’t tell for how long. But we have to pray for her safety beyond.’
‘That is what Krea said – the last thing. Do you know what it means Farn?’
‘No Tika, but I do know it is important.’ And Farn wept again.
They approached Krea’s ruined body and Tika was relieved to see that the Dragon’s face was hidden from sight, pressed into the ground with a shattered wing concealing it.
Farn slumped to the ground in misery while Tika began to clear a narrow space all around the body. She had no idea why she felt it was necessary to move the charred tapis branches and singed turf away from Krea, she just did. Finally bare rock encircled Krea and Tika sat leaning against Farn. ‘Do we just hope Krea is safe or is there a Dragon god we should pray to Farn?’
He stirred. ‘There is only the Golden Lady Emla, and she would surely help Krea on her journey Beyond.’
Somehow, that day drew to its close. Farn again flew Tika to the narrow cave above and they settled quietly at the opening. Tika suddenly stiffened. ‘Farn! What is that? From the peaks of the Broken Mountain? Is it one of them returning for us? Oh Farn!’
His eyes flared and whirred into deepening splinters of blue. ‘It is a Dragon, but not one of yesterday’s attackers. We should stay hidden Tika, and close our minds in case this one also means us harm.’ They crouched together at the rear of their hiding place and waited.
A great shriek made them clutch desperately at each other. Then searing through their minds, came an eerily beautiful song, repeating a falling cadence which tore at their very hearts.
Holding Tika between his body and his wing, Farn moved as though summoned to the cave opening. From deep inside him the same chanting song came surging forth, and a fraction behind, Tika’s voice soared to join the other two. On and on went the music until at last, as the full moon shone brilliantly down on Krea’s body, the song whispered to silence.
Tika and Farn stood looking down at a great midnight blue Dragon. She stood, her wings spread anchoring herself fully erect beside Krea’s dead bulk.
Kadi, for it was she, raised her eyes to the two figures high on the rockface.
‘Come down children. Tell me what foulness befell you at this place.’
Kadi took most of the information from Tika, Farn was far too deeply shocked and grieved by the murder of Krea by Dragon Kin. He soon sank into a