The Crown and the Dragon Page #4

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enough for the both of us.

When the laird's had enough

to turn sad and sentimental,

I'll get the horn and we'll slip away.

I know this tune.

My mother used to hum it.

It's an old song. About ties.

Ties that hold things:

people, ideas,

strong ties and weaker ones.

It's a sad thing now, but before

the war it was a song for lovers.

Don't let go.

Enough!

Lace those peckers away, boys!

There's dark deeds need doing.

You too, Aedin. I'm not asking.

What are we after tonight?

Trelawneys.

It was them who sold me out!

I see some one.

Shut it, ya wee turds.

There's one of them now!

Sneak up and give him

a little taste of the ol' iron.

Why me?

Because you're my guest

and took advantage of my hospitality.

Now give me your sword,

we wouldn't want it rattling

and give you up.

We're right behind you.

Who goes there?

You're pretty good with a stick.

You can thank me later!

I've got the horn.

Slow down, you're going to fast,

I can't keep up.

How much further?

Oh.

Enter.

Leave us.

I understand you have information

on a young woman

traveling with a smuggler

acquaintance of yours?

The Vitalions treat you pretty well

for a Deiran, don't they?

I'm sorry child.

Your aunt was a keeper

of our Lore and magic.

Hers is a terrible loss...

Garrick will be crowned

at dawn on Lama's Eve.

As a Baretheon

the task might naturally...

The coronation...

I'm afraid I am unversed...

My aunt was the protector.

She didn't even want me

to come on this journey.

I failed to learn the magic

I was taught.

If my aunt had born a child,

I'm sure it would have been the one...

Faith requires courage, Elenn.

You must have faith

to find the path that is laid

out before you

and to find the courage to step onto it.

The sisters are preparing

for the Vigil of the Paladin tonight.

The acolytes

have prepared a bath for you.

You must be tired, after your ordeal.

Oh.

One days morning.

They await the Paladin.

The prophecy says the warrior

will manifest at mid moon,

enter the circle and save the Dairen.

A hero of great faith,

with the power to walk through fire.

It's yours.

Am I to wait all night

to have my bowl refilled? Do I?

I used to spend hours here

when I was a little girl.

My father would hold me on his lap

and read me stories

as I turned the pages...

Over here is Anyon,

the first king of the Deirans.

As he stood before his victorious army

and held his sword aloft,

the lightning gods filled him

with power,

his boots melted

the stone beneath his feet.

Two dragons;

one poisons the land,

the other heals it.

Do you believe that?

My father said

that they were just stories.

You're leaving tomorrow...

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