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Dragon Kin: How to Drive a Dragon Crazy Part 44

"Now, now, Princess Iseabail. I want you to feel you can be honest with me. And these"-he gestured to the three other dragons-"are my closest confidants. Anything you say to me, you can say to them with no fear that it will spread beyond my chamber."

"I understand, but-"

"No, Princess. Feel free to express yourself here. You are among friends."

An eyebrow peaked. "Really?"

Uh-oh. "Izzy-" eibhear warned.

"Fine," Izzy went on, ignoring him. "You want me to express myself? Then that's what I'll do."

"Izzy-"

"It's all right, Prince eibhear. I'm eager to hear Iseabail's thoughts."

At that point, all eibhear could do was roll his eyes and sit back in his chair.

"Go on, Iseabail," Heru said congenially. "Tell me your-"

"What the battle-fuck do you want with us?"

The duke sat up straight, his glower dark and dangerous. "Perhaps you forget your place, Southland human."

"Keep your mouth shut," Izzy warned, voice low. "Or I'll split your spine.

"Now"-Izzy focused back on Heru-"I'm in no mood to fuck around about this anymore. You came, you got me . . . why? And don't give me any centaur shit about feeling benevolent, or just in a mood, or gods-damn premonitions. All I care about at this point is what you want from me."

Although Heru looked amused, the duke was definitely not and he seemed unable to keep out of all this.

"Look, human," the duke sneered, "you may think you're safe with your barbarian M-runach sitting at this table, but I can assure you-"

"I don't need eibhear's help to kill you. I've killed dragons greater and stronger than you can even begin to dream of being. So hold your tongue or I'll make it part of my wall decoration, along with the horns of Olgeir the Wastrel and the spine of Overlord Thracius!"

eibhear studied Izzy a moment and asked, "You're the one who took Thracius's spine?"

"I was the one who split it."

"But I was the one who finished him."

"Only because I'd destroyed his ability to fly away!"

"Excuse me," Heru cut in. "As fascinating as it is to hear the violent lifestyle of the Fire Breathers and their human kin, I'm sure Iseabail would prefer to hear the truth of the matter."

"Aye. I would."

"It began a few months back. The conversions."

"Conversions?"

"To the Cult of Chramnesind."

Izzy and eibhear looked at each other, back at Heru, and said together, "The Cult of Who?"

"The Cult of Chramnesind is a blood cult. We don't know where they came from or why they're here, but it's not just those from the Desert Lands who have joined their ranks."

"You say blood cult," Izzy noted, "so you mean sacrifices."

"Many young ones. Human and otherwise. The true zealots, the priests of this cult, are blinded, their eyes usually removed completely during some kind of ritual."

"They willingly allow their eyes to be removed?"

"In honor of their god."

"Chramnesind," eibhear said.

"Yes."

"Is he a dragon god? I've never heard of him."

"No. He's among the human pantheon of gods."

Izzy glanced at eibhear. "No offense, King Heru, but you're saying that dragons are joining a human cult?"

"I am."

Izzy didn't understand. From what she'd always heard, not only from her kin but from Rhydderch Hael himself, dragon gods could barely get dragons to do their bidding. How, then, could a human god get dragons to join a cult that insisted on self-mutilation and the killing of young ones? Even the most barbaric of dragon tribes didn't believe in the harming of youngsters.

"Why?" eibhear asked. "What could possibly be the benefit of joining a cult like this?"

"That I don't know. My soldiers have captured exactly two of their loyalists this past year. They both ended their own lives before we were able to question them."

eibhear leaned back in his chair. "They killed themselves? Dragons took their own lives?"

"What?" Izzy asked.

"Dragons don't kill themselves," eibhear explained.

"Why not?"

"We're too arrogant," he said simply. "Why would we destroy perfection?"

"You're serious, aren't you?"

"Yes," every dragon at the table replied.

"And that's the power we're dealing with," Heru went on.

"If Chramnesind is a human god," Izzy asked Heru, "what is the point of having dragons worshipping him?"

"Other than maybe having them as part of the cult's growing army, I really don't know."

"But perhaps, Princess Iseabail," the king's head magi, Kafele, finally offered, "you could find out for us."

Izzy blinked. "Find out for you? Do you mean ask my grandmother and Aunt Morfyd?"

"No. I mean ask Rhydderch Hael yourself. You are his chosen champion, are you not?"

Izzy stared at the magi for several seconds before she slowly moved her gaze to the king. "Is that what this is about? Is that why you took me?"

"We had to do something. It's believed this cult has infiltrated our ranks."

"Is that why you came for Izzy yourself?" eibhear asked. "Because there was no one else you could trust?"

"They went there for Iseabail. They knew she was there. I had to move quickly and without concern that there'd be a betrayal."

"Were they coming to take me . . . or kill me?"

"I don't know, but it doesn't really matter, does it?"

"You're right. It doesn't." Izzy pushed her chair back and stood. "Thank you for your help. Of course, my grandmother will hear about all you've done for me."

The king stood as well. "Of course, you'll stay for a bit."

"I can't. I have to get to the city of Sefu."

"Then let me provide you and Prince eibhear with an escort."

"I need no escort, King Heru. But I truly do appreciate all you've done." She stepped away from the table. "And if I discover any further information, I will get it to you."

"Thank you. And just a word of caution. The suns burn much hotter here in my beautiful land than in your Dark Plains. You may want to travel at night; there are small caves throughout the territory where you can sleep during the day. If that's not possible, sleep under Prince eibhear's wings for protection."

With a nod, Izzy headed out of the chamber and back to where she'd left her travel bag and Macsen.

eibhear caught up to her, his stride matching hers. "Are you sure about this?" he asked.

"We have to keep moving. We have to get this settled."

eibhear didn't reply until they arrived back in their chamber. Then, once there, he caught hold of her arm and walked her back until she was against the wall.

"What is it, Izzy?" he asked, keeping his voice low. "I know you, Izzy. A cult is after you. Normally, you'd be heading toward them, not away."

And eibhear was right. She would be. Annwyl had always taught Izzy to face her battles head-on unless there was a tactical advantage not to. Yet this particular decision wasn't about Izzy. Not at all.

"When Rhi was young, she told me she had lots of friends. She talked to them all the time. Sometimes Talan and Talwyn didn't mind about her friends, but sometimes her cousins chased those friends off."

"They were gods."

"When I asked her to describe her friends, she told me some were bright like the sun, blinding her. Others were made of earth and shit, but they were ever so nice."

eibhear chuckled at that.

"My sister and young cousins talk to gods. Now, a god that none of us has ever heard of and has nothing to do with dragons, suddenly starts a cult."

"A cult that's trying to stop you from getting across the desert plains to the Nolwenns."

"My mum was right. Rhi needs to learn how to control her power. She can't be used if she has control of it."

"And saying no to Heru's escort?"

"I don't trust him. Do you?"

"Not particularly. But I assumed that was mostly because I didn't like the way he looked at you."

"You don't like the way any male looks at me. Because you're a very good unc-"

eibhear's hand went over her mouth, cutting off her words.

"We go alone," he said. "First we get to the Nolwenns and then we take it from there. Yes?"

Izzy pulled his hand away. "No. I'm going alone."

eibhear laughed. Rather loudly, too. It was rude!

"What is so funny?" Izzy demanded.

"That you think for even a bloody second I'd let you travel into the Desert Lands on your own."

"I'm not asking your permission, eibhear."

"Nor am I asking yours."

Izzy pushed away from him. "I knew you'd act this way. Don't you see? With all that's going on, I can't afford to spend time watching out for you."

Slowly eibhear turned from the wall and faced her. "Excuse me?"

"eibhear, you haven't spent that much time with gods. I have."

"And?"

"And I know how they think. Rhydderch Hael may have interest in you, but he doesn't care about you. He won't protect you."

"And?"

"Which means I'll have to do it instead."

"Because I can't protect myself?"

When Izzy took a moment to think about that, it was eibhear's turn to push past her, storming over to his travel bag.