«What does this have to do with the kingdom of Livellin? Wasnt Princess Raymonda an elf?» Clement didnt understand. «She lived in the woods! I was sure she was an elf!»
Abraham laughed this time. «She is a Livellins princess. But youre right about the elf blood. Her mother was of elves blood. So my lessons have taught you something. Youve learned a thing or two, even though I thought you were a slacker.»
«Am I slacker?» Clement flared up.
His uncle had never spoken to him so familiarly before. He would never have dared to call the Crown Prince a slacker. But now his title was in doubt. Clement felt like a criminal on the run.
He couldnt help but think of the moment uncle Abraham had found him in the woods after the fight with the boar. Clement had no life left on him. If he hadnt found the forest spring of healing water, he would have died of blood loss himself. The black boar, which he chased, turned out to be a witch creature. He could not shoot it to death. Even with a dozen arrows in its hackle it was strong. She had to fight him in a fight. Thats when Clement realized he could wield a dagger as well as an arrow. In the morning, as he was aiming his wounds at the spring, his uncle appeared out of nowhere to tell him the kingdom was gone. That is, it had been occupied by the beasts of Shai.
«And why didnt all those monster invaders live in Shai?» Clement asked belatedly.
«It was too small for them,» Raymonda answered in place of his uncle. She must have known the monsters of Shai well. Perhaps they had taken her country, too. «They want to conquer the world.»
«And they have started with us! It was bad luck!»
«Well, all right! Youll settle this without me!» Abraham was glad that Clement and Raymond could communicate without an intermediary. «Your wedding will most likely take place in the woodland realm of the elves. Princess Raymondas relatives live there. They may also reveal to you some magical secrets to help you fight Shais lord. Ill pass. My meager knowledge of magic is not enough to fight the invaders.»
And thats the advice of a wizard! Clement had hoped that his uncle, who had sat through some witchcraft folio, might have found some means of combat. It was all an empty hope! He would have to survive on his own, just as he had when he fought the black boar. Except there was only one boar, and the Shai invaders came in hordes. And if he were to disappoint Raymonda in any way, she would be more attacker than protector.
She had a sly twinkle in her eye as she watched Clement. He already knew that she could light a witchs fire right there in the cave and start dancing around it through the air, so that her feet barely touched the flames. If one day she drags him into such a dance, as in a dream, he will burn.
Uncle was about to leave, and not in the usual way, but in a magical way. A dark shimmering cloud formed around his feet, shod in oriental shoes with sharp curved toes.
«Learn! Work! Get married! What else can you do?» gave uncle Abrahams parting admonitions, before finally disappearing into the black shimmering vortex.
Indeed! What else is left? Learning magic is almost a waste of time. For a non-talented student, its gibberish. He was accustomed to toil with a mediocre sword. Marrying a dragoness, on the other hand, was new. Raymonda shot a steady stream of flame through the air.
«If theres no wedding, are you going to burn me?» Clement guessed.
«I can burn you before the wedding!»
What a beast! But shes pretty.
«But dont be afraid! Youre very pretty, so live for now.»
In a way, Clement was glad. After all, his fiancée was the girl hed fallen in love with for the first time in his life. There you go! The fool had been made happy! At least Raymonda was a werewolf! Hed marry a dragon for that much gold.
«Dont think of it as my dowry,» she said. Raymonde surmised what he had in mind. Shed probably had suitors whod asked her out of greed before. She must have been scorning them all for a reason.
«I dont give a damn!» Clement sneered. «Ive got enough gold in the palace myself.»
«You dont own the palace now,» said Raymonda reasonably.
Well, shes right. Clement looked grim. No alternative but to take up residence in the cave or the woods.
«Dont worry! Well try to fix that.»
She picked up the blue star-embroidered cloak shed draped over the pile of treasures below.
«Where are you off to in the middle of the night?»
«To look for someone to burn and eat instead of you!»
Is she serious?
«You mean youd roast a traveler on a spit with your breath?»
But she was already gone. He wondered what she was doing to her victims. Maybe shes burning them without a spit.
Clement didnt want to spend the night in a dragon cave, but there was nowhere else to go. There wasnt even a bunk, so hed have to sleep on a pile of gold. Thats romantic, of course. Everyone dreams of gold mines, but when theres nothing left around, gold doesnt seem so valuable anymore. What he needs now is a soft bed and a feather bed, or at least a straw mattress. But theres nothing like that here! It was only hard metal all around and hard gems.
He caught hold of a pile of coins, from which large elves doubloons immediately fell and rolled across the floor. Either Raymonda had put new coinage on them herself with magic, or she had taken them from the magical creatures. She probably robs not only humans, but elves as well. Seizing the mint and forcing the intimidated workers to melt coins with the new coat of arms is unlikely.
In the silence, the gold seemed to sing as the coins tinkled against each other and rolled along the bottom of the cave. Perhaps Raymonda was right, and her gold was enchanted.
Clement looked outside. The mountains of ash left by the burned troop were settling in the valley. The ash swirled over the ground. It was too high, swirling in spirals and resembling faces. Clement had the feeling that the ghosts from the ashes were calling to him again. Here, as there, the ashes were folded into living moaning masks. They were squirming and giving disgusting advice.
«Lead her away! Seduce and kill her! Are you on the side of the arsonist?»
And now it was no longer the masks, but the faces of the demons of Shai.
Clement stepped back from exhaling from the cave and hid between the golden slides. He didnt want to hear the advice of the evil spirits. It was a good thing they hadnt even looked into the cave.
The Oracle Tree
Raymonda arrived a day later and said it was time to get ready to go. Its not a good time! Clement had already become accustomed to the cave. He was even beginning to like the quiet song of the gold. It sounded so intoxicating that he could forget about eating and drinking. Clement felt both fed and satisfied as the coins rolled through the cave, chanting something about how all the gold in the world came from some solar deity. The hymns dedicated to this deity caressed the ear, but Clement did not fully understand their meaning.
Who would have thought that dragon gold could sing? He wouldnt have dreamed that in his wildest dreams.
Today Raymonda wore her crown of golden laurel leaves and what looked like dragon claws. That crown made her look like the queen of some witchy state inhabited by dangerous creatures.
«So are we going on a journey?» Clement rubbed his eyes sleepily. He dozed lazily while the gold sang to him.
«Did you want to hole up in a dragon cave all your life?» Raymonda shamed him.
«I just thought it was risky to leave the place unattended. What if they looted it?»
«Who would want to rob a dragon?»
«There are all kinds of daredevils.»
«Theyll get caught! My gold is treacherous. It will drive them to the precipice, drive them mad or blind them. Coins, for instance, love to leech into thieves skin.»