if her shoulder had nearly been jolted from its socket.
Still gripping her end of the spear, she turned to thank him, and was astonished to find they were not alone. The Bingtown woman’s friend was sitting on a hummock of root, his hands clasped over his mid-section. His face was red save for where his mouth was pinched tight and white. He gazed at her with narrowed eyes and then spoke in a tight voice. ‘I was trying to help you. I thought you were going to fall in.’
‘What are you doing here?’ she demanded.
‘I saw him going into the forest where you had gone and thought he was following you. So I came to see what he was up to.’ Tats was the one who answered her question.
‘I’m able to take care of myself,’ she pointed out to him.
Tats refused to take offence. ‘I know that. I didn’t interfere when you thumped him. I only helped you with the fish because I didn’t want to see it get away.’
She made an impatient noise and focused on the stranger. ‘Why did you follow me?’ Tats gripped the spear to either side of the fish, grinning. She let him take the weight of it but watched closely as he set her catch down on the matted roots.
‘You knocked the wind out of me,’ the stranger complained, and then managed to take a fuller, deeper breath. He uncurled slightly and some of the redness went out of his face. ‘I only followed you because I wanted to talk to you. I’d seen you with the dragon, the one that Alise is interested in. I wanted to ask you a few things.’
‘Such as?’ A blush betrayed her. He probably thought she was some half-savage Rain Wilds primitive. She was starting to think she had misjudged him but she wasn’t going to apologize just yet. Actually, she was beginning to hope she had misjudged him. Earlier she had noticed how polished he was. She had never seen a man dressed so well as this one was. Now that his colour was settling, she realized he was extremely handsome. Earlier, when he had been talking with the Bingtown woman, she had thought him stuffy and horribly ignorant of dragons, not to mention arrogant and rude when he spoke to her. His beauty had just seemed a part of the insult, the power that gave him the authority to look down on her. But he’d followed her and actually tried to help her. For which she’d thudded a spear butt into his belly.
But now he made up for many of his sins when he gave her a rueful smile and said, ‘Look, we got off to a bad start. And I don’t suppose I made things better when I startled you. I was insulting when I first spoke to you, but you must admit, you weren’t exactly courteous to me. And you are now one up on me for nearly impaling me on the dull end of a fishing spear.’ He paused, took a deep breath and his colour almost became normal. ‘Can we begin again, please?’
Before she could reply, he stood, bowed at the waist to her and said, ‘How do you do? My name is Sedric Meldar. I’m from Bingtown and ordinarily my daily work is to be a secretary to Trader Finbok of Bingtown. But for this month, I am accompanying Trader Finbok’s wife Alise as her chronicler and protector as she seeks to amass new and exciting knowledge about dragons and Elderlings.’
Thymara found herself smiling before his speech was halfway out. He spoke so formally yet in a way that let her know he was mocking the formality and the grandness of his work. He was dressed like a prince, with not a hair out of place, and yet his smile and easy ways invited her to feel comfortable with him. As if they were equals, she realized.
‘What’s a chronicler?’ Tats demanded abruptly.
‘I write down what she does. Where she goes, the gist of her conversations, and sometimes, when she is doing research, I write down in detail what she learns. Later, she’ll be able to look back over what I’ve written to be sure she is remembering every detail correctly. I’m also a passable artist, and intended to do sketches of the dragons, detailed sketches of their eyes, claws, teeth, and well, every part of them. Only today I discovered that I’m not going to be much use to her for the interviewing part of her work. I seem to have offended the dragon, which means that I can’t be with Alise while she is studying her. And even if I could be, I couldn’t understand any of the animal’s answers to Alise’s questions.’
‘Skymaw,’ Thymara supplied helpfully. ‘The dragon’s name is Skymaw.’
‘She told you her name?’ Tats was astounded.
Thymara was irritated at the interruption. ‘Skymaw is what I call her,’ she amended, giving him a glare. ‘Everyone knows that dragons don’t tell their real names immediately.’
‘Yes, that’s what my dragon told me, too. Only she didn’t ask me to give her a name to use.’ He smiled foolishly. ‘She’s such a beauty, Thymara. Green as emeralds, green as sunlight through leaves. Her eyes are like, well, I don’t have words. She’s a bad-tempered little thing, though. I accidentally stepped on her toe and she threatened to kill and eat me!’
‘Wait, please.’ It was the stranger’s turn to interrupt them. ‘Please. Both of you. You are saying that you talk to the dragons? Just as we are talking right now.’
Only Sedric didn’t feel like a stranger to her any more. She smiled at him. ‘Of course we do.
‘They move their mouths and the words come out and you hear them? Just as we are talking together now? Then why do I hear rumbles and moos and hisses, and you hear words?’
‘Well—’ She hesitated, realizing she hadn’t thought about how she ‘heard’ the dragons.
‘No, of course not.’ Tats barged in again. ‘Their mouths are all wrong for shaping words like we do. They make sounds, and somehow I understand what they are saying. Even though they aren’t speaking a human language.’
‘Did it take you long to learn their language? Did you study it before you came here?’ Sedric asked.
‘No.’ Tats shook his head decisively. ‘When I first got here, I picked out my dragon and walked up to her, and I could understand her. Mine is the green female. She’s not as big as some of the others, but I think she’s prettier. Also, she’s fast and other than her wings, I think she’s pretty much perfectly formed. She’s a bit feisty; she says the others say she’s mean and avoid her. She says it’s because she’s fast enough to get to the food first almost every time. They’re jealous.’
‘Or perhaps they just think she’s greedy,’ Thymara suggested. Time to take control of this conversation. After all, Sedric hadn’t followed Tats into the woods to speak to him, even if he now seemed to be hanging on every word the boy spoke. ‘I’ve been able to understand the dragons since they hatched,’ she told the Bingtown man. ‘I was here that day. And even when they weren’t looking at me directly, I could feel what they were thinking, even as they were coming out of their logs. And communicate with them.’ She smiled. ‘One of the hatchlings went after my dad. I had to insist that he wasn’t food.’
‘A dragon wanted to eat your father?’ Sedric seemed horrified.
‘They had just come out of their cases. He was confused.’ She cast her mind back, remembering. ‘They were so hungry when they came out. And they weren’t as strong as they should have been or as well formed. I think the sea serpents were too old and not as fat as they should have been, and they didn’t stay encased long enough. And that’s why these dragons aren’t healthy and can’t fly.’
‘Can’t fly yet,’ Tats amended. He grinned. ‘You saw Rapskal. He’s determined that his dragon is going to fly. He’s crazy, of course. But after I watched them, well, I was looking
