AuRon flipped up the visor, the scarred face beneath was masked with bloody slime running from eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. AuRon felt as if he were swimming underwater.

“Free the others,” he said over his shoulder as he went to the gate. Rov had fled, without even bothering to shut the gate.

He returned to the dragonelle cavern. “Natasatch, stay here with Ouistrela, Epinonia, and Alhala. The rest of you, follow me up. We’re going to the landing cave.”

“No, AuRon. Saima can watch things down here.”

“We need no guardian,” Ouistrela said. “If any are brave enough to come down here, I’ve still got other dragonelles to avenge. Like poor Ktarata there.”

So seven dragonelles followed AuRon up the tunnel. They reached the chamber of Shadowcatch.

“What fires this?” the black asked. “I heard fighting, and . . . what are you doing here, gray?” he said, extending his griff and giving a quick rattle.

AuRon planted himself, tail thrashing. “I’ll have you know—”

Natasatch put her green length between the males. “Stop it, you two. Shadowcatch, we’ve had enough of our eggs being stolen, our hatchlings being castrated. You’ve gotten so fat, you’re due for the knife, too, I’d think! This gray is AuRon. He’s killed the Dragonblade, and he’s taking us out into the sun.”

“Don’t get in our way,” another dragonelle said. “Ouistrela tore one ear off, and I’ll take the other. You can sit here and rot, or you can become a free dragon, with a real dragon name.”

“It killed the Dragonblade?” Shadowcatch said, eyes wondering underneath his armored brows.

“Without even touching him. Scared him to death, I think,” Natasatch said.

“Come with us,” AuRon said. “Take your own name, and begin your own song with great deeds done bravely this day. You’re a black. I knew NooMoahk the ancient. If any of his blood is in your veins, you’ll be a besung dragon someday.”

“Blood and flame, I’m with you. I’ll teach ’em dragons can’t be broken like horses.”

“Spoken like one with his dragonhood intact,” Natasatch said. “To the landing cave!”

The landing cave exploded, as if an unsuspected volcano had suddenly awoken beneath the cliff. AuRon the Gray, Shadowcatch the Black, and the Dragonelles of the Isle of Ice came up in fire and fury. Riderless fighting stock launched themselves out of the cave in confusion. AuRon, Natasatch, and Shadowcatch tore through the Dragonguard, the riders, and the few keepers who took up weapons. Shadowcatch cornered the survivors down a cave used to hang tack, and bellowed threats until they threw down their weapons and came out. When a Dragonguard pulled his poison dagger to stab Shadowcatch, the other humans restrained him.

“You fool, he’ll burn us with you,” the others said.

The dragonelles heard the confused cries of hatchlings even from afar, and poured down into the caves like a flaming green sea. Young drakes saw men and dragons fighting, and sided with their blood. The dragonelles hunted through the wreckage until the last hatchling was under their care. Only then could AuRon calm them and stop the killing.

“You may take to your boats and leave,” AuRon commanded the captives. “Take your wars, your hatreds, elsewhere. This island is forfeited to the dragons you abused.”

AuRon was relieved beyond words. There was still so much to do. Confused dragons, both fighting stock and drakes, still hid in their lairs, waiting for the order they had been bred to wait for. They would have to be taken in hand and taught to be dragons again. There would be those who could not survive on their own, of course. Some he would lead to Naf, some he would lead to the dwarves, so that they might be used in case of more attacks from the other tribes under the Wyrmmaster’s sway.

But that was for the coming months. He owed much to Natasatch. A song, for a start.

“Are you ready to fly?” he said as they stood beneath the ruins of the watchtower. In the distance, the lodge of the Wyrmmaster burned as Shadowcatch and some of the other fighting stock searched the island for more of the Dragonguard.

Natasatch stood happy in the Sun. “I’d forgotten how warm She was,” she said, looking up at the yellow blaze. “She makes me feel clean.”

“Enjoy it. She only visits this island once in a while. Rain and mists seem to be in charge of this place.”

“And snow. Though it never gets very cold here, just as it never gets warm. The sea, you know.”

“Weather doesn’t matter. We’ll be deep. Deep-deep. Watching our eggs.”

“Only if you will sing to me,” she said. She spread her wings, a span seeming as wide as a cloud, and launched herself into the sky. She flew unevenly until she found her balance.

AuRon followed, rose up under her, and sang:

Line of AuNor, dragon bold

Flows to me from days of old,

And through years lost in the mist

My blood names a famous list.

By Air, by Water, by Fire, by Earth

In pride I claim a noble birth.

From EmLar Gray, a deadly deed

By his flame Urlant was freed,

Of fearsome hosts of blighters dark

And took his reward: a golden ark!

My Mother’s sire knew battle well

Before him nine-score villages fell.

When AuRye Red coursed the sky

Elven arrows in vain would fly,

He broke the ranks of men at will

In glittering mines dwarves he’d kill.

Grandsire he is through Father’s blood

A river of strength in fullest flood.

My egg was one of Irelia’s Clutch

Her wisdom passed in mental touch.

Mother took up before ever I woke

The parent dragon’s heavy yoke;

For me, her son, she lost her life

Murderous dwarves brought blackened knife.

A father I had in the Bronze AuRel

Hunter of renown upon wood and fell

He gave his clutch through lessons hard

A chance at life beyond his guard.

Father taught me where, and when, and how

To fight or flee, so I sing now.

Wistala, sibling, brilliant green

Escaped with me the axes keen

We hunted as pair, made our kill

From stormy raindrops drank our fill

When elves and dwarves took after us

I told her “Run,” and lost her thus.

Bound by ropes; by Hazeleye freed

And dolphin-rescued in time of need

I hid among men with fishing boats

On island thick with blown sea-oats

I became a drake and breathed first fire

When dolphin-slaughter aroused my ire.

I ran with wolves of Blackhard’s pack

Killed three hunters on my track

The Dragonblade’s men sought my hide

But I escaped through a fangèd tide

Of canine friends, assembled Thing

Then met young Djer, who cut collar-ring.

I crossed the steppes with dwarves of trade

On the banks of the Vhydic Ironriders slayed

Then sought out NooMoahk, dragon black

And took my Hieba daughter back

To find her kind; then took first flight

Saw NooMoahk buried in honor right.

When war came to friends I long had known

My path was set, my heart was stone

I sought the source of dreadful hate

And on this Isle I met my fate

Found Natasatch in a cavern deep

So I had one more promise to keep.

To claim this day my life’s sole mate

In future years to share my fate

A dragon’s troth is this day pledged

To she who’ll see me fully fledged.

Through this dragon’s life, as dragon-dame

shall add your blood to my family’s fame.

They flew up and up, circling each other. Natasatch panted with the effort, but sailed higher and higher, till she was above even the beacon-mountain. AuRon circled her, worried and shouting advice.

“Will you be careful? If you’re not used to altitude, you’ll make yourself giddy.”

“Let’s touch the Sun, AuRon! She’s calling to us.”

“That’s impossible.”

“Dragons are so literal,” she said, rolling over and swooping under him.

They embraced, their necks and tails wound around each other, and their wings met. They began a long fall to the world below, joined. They fell for a minute or more before they broke the embrace, hearts pounding.

“That’s how it’s supposed to be,” Natasatch said, turning lazy circles. AuRon swooped around her, flicking her lovingly with wingtip and tail. “Among the clouds.”

AuRon’s body rippled with color, first red, then orange. He wandered through the spectrum and back again in delight. “Climb again, my mate,” he implored.

“The last one almost burst my heart, my lord. Let’s find a cool pond of glacier water. We’ll drink, and I’ll catch my breath. Then we’ll try to go higher.”

They flew over a glacier, dazzled by its whiteness in the rare sunshine. Using it, Starlight caught them unawares.

“AuRon, beneath you!” Natasatch shouted, catching a flash of scale.

AuRon rolled over, bending his spine until it felt as though it would break, and the silver dragon missed his strike. Jaws snapped shut where AuRon’s shoulder had been.