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Our flight took us over the town ofTurlington, which nestled itself at the edge of the Wyvern Marsh,where the river fanned out into a wide delta that fed a huge swampyregion. The marsh itself had been named that because the originalfounder of Turlington had thought the multitudes of crocodiles thatmade the region home were rather dragon-like. He might haverethought his opinion if he had seen my current mount. Thedifference between Gareth Gaelyn and the reptiles that made themarsh home was fairly striking.
For that matter, it was probably agood thing that we were flying over at night. The inhabitants mighthave panicked if they had seen the colossal form of the dragonflying over.
That thought set me to chuckling atthe mental image of the townâs citizens running for cover, andMoira shifted in front of me when she felt my laughter. Still, shekept her silence.
âAre you ever going to speak to meagain?â I said from my perch behind her. I was forced to shout tomake myself heard over the rushing noise of the wind.
You have not given mepermission to speak, came her rather tersereply in my mind.
I winced inwardly as I recalled mylast words to her. While I had not really intended for her to neverspeak again, my command had carried the force of the enchantmentâsbinding behind it. She had quite literally been unable tocommunicate without my permission. âI completely forgot aboutthat,â I responded. âYou are free to communicate or act in anyother way, except if you think it will be in opposition to mywishes, and currently my only wish is that you remain withme.â
I understand.
She didnât bother addinganything else, which gave me the impression she probably hadnâtforgiven me for my actions earlier. Thatâsfine; I can handle the silent treatment. In fact, I preferit, I thought, though I didnât broadcastit to her. During my years of marriage I had often wished Pennywould resort to the silent treatment, but that had not been herway.
Gareth was slowly losingaltitude, gliding ever lower until we were skimming just a fewhundred feet over the top of the cypress trees that predominated inthat part of the marsh. I directed my thoughts toward him,Why are we descending?
We near the coast,he answered, not bothering to add any furtherexplanation.
While neither Moira nor Ireally needed rest or sleep anymore, I realized that was probablynot true of our still living transportation. That makes sense, I replied.We can rest there before continuing on in themorning.
Where do you intend totravel from there? He asked.
It was a perfectlyreasonable question, since I hadnât bothered to share my intendeddestination with him yet. We keep goingwest, over the ocean.
Thereâs nothing but waterand more water once you get past the odd coastal island,he replied with a mental tone of curiosity.Gareth landed on a large but relatively solid stretch of sandybeach. The region where the marsh met the ocean was mostly shallowsalt water, thick with reeds and other saltwater plants, but thedragonâs eyes had found us one of the few areas with good solidground.
âThereâs an island,â I said, using myvoice now that the noise of his wings had abated.
âI didnât see one,â Gareth returned,as though his vision alone could see the entirety of the wide seas.Then again, I had to admit, the dragonâs eyes were at least as goodas an eagleâs. If he had flown above the coastline in the past, hemight have been able to see for many miles on a clearday.
I smiled, though the expression waswasted in my helm, âItâs a bit farther than your eyes can see fromhere.â
âHow much farther?â he askedsuspiciously.
I gave the question some thoughtbefore answering, âIâm not certain, but roughly the distance weâveflown today.â
âWe covered more than half the breadthof Lothion today. There is nothing that far out, other than theempty deeps,â Gareth told me, stating it as a matter offact.
Moira chose that point to chime in,âGareth speaks the truth.â
âThe golem is correct,âresponded the dragon, before adding silently, You have not told me why you insisted on bringing thatcreature along.
His aside startled me. It had neveroccurred to me that he didnât know who she was. After all, the twoof them had been friends before the war with Balinthor, over athousand years ago. They had been the only two living archmages atthe time. Of course, she looked a bit different now, with a bodymade of earth and stone.
Before I could explain, he spokeagain, âHow do you know my name?â
I remember the days beforethe war with Balinthor, she answered,broadcasting her thoughts to both of us now. My creator lived and worked beside you then, before youbecame a dragon.
âA strange turn of phrase, to sayâcreatorâ, if you were one of the Targoth Cherek you were not oneof mine. Did Moira Centyr create your bond aftermyâtransformation?â The phrase he used, âTargoth Cherekâ was theold term for a warrior given the earth bond by anarchmage.
Moira didnât respondimmediately, and she sent me a private thought, tinged withreluctance, Perhaps it would be best toleave my origin a secret. It would only bring him pain.
I have kept many things tomyself, but it would be unfair to hide this from him,I told her. Opening my mouth, I spoke aloud,âMoira created her as a sort of copy of her personality andmemories before she fought Balinthor.â I kept the reason to myself.I doubted even the dragon knew that my daughter wasnât actually myown child.
The dragonâs eyes grew wide withastonishment. âI thought that was forbidden to yourfamily.â
It was,said the Stone Lady, casting her facedownward, but she chose to do so anyway.There were none remaining that had the right to gainsay herdecision at that point.
What the dragon was referring to wasthe special gift of the
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