deep sleep and Tika looked at him in concern.
‘Do not worry Tika. I have caused him to sleep thus. Later I will help heal this wound in him. But continue this telling.’
Tika told all, from her accidental arrival in Kija’s nesting cave to the moment she and Farn had tried to hide from this blue Dragon, Kadi.
‘Can you open your mind to mine child? It will help me to fully see what you have spoken of.’
‘Krea was teaching us – she said I was better at mind speaking clearly than Farn. But of course, I cannot fly or make fire,’ she added with a small sad smile as she stroked Farn’s wing. She felt Kadi in her mind as the softest touch and relaxed, letting the Dragon find what she would.
‘So. It would seem Kija fed memories through you to Farn when you locked with him at his hatching. Some of those memories are also now with you, but this very action has woken something within your mind. You have abilities I have never encountered in Dragon patterns. We will have much to learn from each other in the days to come.’
‘Can you tell me what we should have done for Krea? Both of us felt there was something but we didn’t know what it was.’
Kadi’s eyes had a tiny golden flame in them as she gazed at Krea’s body. ‘You cleared the circle around her, which was correct. You sat with her, which was correct. Neither of you knew enough to sing her Life Song until I came to begin it for you.’
Tika felt an enormous sorrow filling this Dragon who seemed as comfortable to be with as Krea had become. The gleaming faceted eyes turned to Tika. ‘Krea’s mother was my first born. . .’
Without thought, Tika went swiftly to Kadi, wrapping her arms as far round the Dragon as she could reach. ‘And is she “safely beyond” now? She asked us to pray her there, but we did not understand what she meant.’
‘Yes small two-legs. She is safe but close by. One more day we must sit with her, then we go to the Gathering. Go now. Sleep beside Farn. I must farspeak Fenj of the Treasury to tell him of these dreadful events. Then I shall seek food. I will listen back to you – if you have any need of me, call to me. I will come.’
Tika curled close to Farn and she too fell asleep, but not in as deep a sleep as the young Dragon. She was aware of the soft sighings of the wind, the sifting of the tapisi ashes blowing together and of Farn’s faint snores and whimpers. She knew when Kadi returned and it was only then that she too sank into the depths of a healing slumber.
As the next night fell, Kadi told Tika and a still very shaken Farn, that they would begin the last stage of the journey to the Gathering Place. ‘Flying at night is little different from day, particularly when the moon is full and the sky clear as now,’ she told them. ‘We will also be travelling fast so I will carry you Tika.’
Farn objected. He had clung to Tika since Krea’s death and he wanted to carry her to ensure her nearness. Kadi understood what was uppermost in his fears.
‘No other attack will come Farn. Fenj knows what happened here and he has already begun his flight to meet us. No Dragon would dare attack Fenj and we should be with him before this night is done. Keep close to my wing and you will have Tika within reach of you.’
They had fed well earlier, on meat Kadi brought. Farn had not even suggested he help to find food, staying near Tika and Krea’s body. Tika hugged Farn and then climbed onto Kadi’s back. The Dragons rose and circled the place where Krea had fallen. Kadi slowed and bade Tika and Farn to look down.
From the blackened corpse a pale golden mist drifted. Gradually, the outline of a great Dragon took form. The Dragon rose clear of the body and then lifted higher. The face turned towards the watchers.
‘Krea!’ Tika and Farn’s minds cried out in unison. The spectral Dragon drifted upwards until it seemed to disappear in the brilliance of the moonlight.
‘Now,’ said Kadi. ‘We fly hard.’
Farn