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Dragon's Eye

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by Robin Wirth


  “Oh, nay, Miss Lake, dinna say so,”

  Dervish said. “I have it on good authority that

  there is more to the tale than meets the eye. But

  again, that will be for the two of ye to decide. I

  will leave it in yer capable hands.”

  “We’ll be traveling outside the Veil at

  times, since it does not shield the entire area we

  must traverse,” Lancelot explained. “I hope you

  like long journeys, Miss Lake.”

  “Immensely,” she assured him. “It gives

  me plenty more time to read.” Dervish and

  Lancelot exchanged an amused glance, and she

  added, “I saw that.”

  “Yes, my dear girl, I am quite certain that

  you did,” Lancelot chuckled as he offered her his

  arm. “Shall we depart?”

  “Now, I ken thot I used the Unveiling

  Fountain once by myself, but are ye certain thot

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  the thing is ready to transport more than one

  Mage at a time, lassie?” Dervish persisted. “I

  dinna want to send my entire staff to their doom

  in one fell swoop.”

  “Yes, I am certain of it,” Felicity said.

  “You could probably send ten people at once

  using the enhancements I incorporated.”

  “Lassie, I dinna ken wot I would do

  without ye,” he said as he smiled at Felicity

  gratefully.

  “I imagine you’d be spending a great

  deal of time in Siberia,” she replied.

  The three of them went back into the

  secret entrance, and Felicity activated the

  crystals, which began to glow brightly as she and

  Lance took hands and stepped into the cool,

  flowing spray of water.

  “I hope you like cold showers, Master

  Jones,” she teased him.

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  “I must do,” he answered as he cast her a

  wicked grin. “I’ve been taking quite a few of

  them lately.”

  Before Felicity could respond to his

  statement, which had seemed rather suggestive

  in spite of her lack of knowledge on such

  matters, the scene shifted, and the two of them

  were suddenly somewhere else. Somewhere

  beyond the Veil.

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  Felicity and Lancelot emerged, quite dry

  and unaffected, near the entrance to one of the

  boatyards along the docks of Dover. They

  stepped out into the open and began walking

  together along the walkway.

  As they started forward, Felicity caught

  sight of a young man who observed them

  stepping out from behind the building that had

  concealed their arrival. His look was quite

  knowing, and she felt her cheeks flush.

  With an indulgent smirk at the man,

  Lance took Felicity’s hand in his own and

  brought it up to his lips, administering a kiss

  across her knuckles that did nothing to dissuade

  him from the notions he was entertaining.

  “Lance!” she hissed, feeling mortified.

  Still holding her hand, Lancelot smirked as he

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  led her inside a small entrance to one of the

  docks.

  “I’m surprised we’re not heading for the

  most luxurious liner in the bay,” she commented

  wryly as they went. “Since you’re so very fond

  of compelling the Mundanes, why not go full out

  while you’re at it?”

  Lance squeezed her hand slightly and

  gave it a little shake. “A little bird told me that

  my traveling companion might not appreciate

  such an effort,” he explained. “In fact, my dear,

  I have even brought along some Mundanian

  money to pay the way.”

  “Quite an astute bird.”

  “Well, the ship should begin to board in

  just a few minutes,” Lance said as he held up his

  wrist to look at an actual watch that seemed no

  different than the ones worn by any of the

  Mundanes who surrounded them while they

  waited on the docks.

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  “Going native, I see,” she chuckled as

  she grabbed his wrist to have a closer look.

  One of Mundanes, a younger man,

  rushed past so fast he almost knocked Felicity

  down, and Lance reached out to steady her, and

  then drew her close to his side as three other men

  followed right behind the first. The grim look he

  gave them should have been quite frightening,

  had they known just how murderously he

  wanted to deal with them.

  Felicity had expected Lancelot to simply

  set her back on her feet again and let her go, but

  he kept hold of her hand afterwards, a fact that

  did queer things to her insides. She worried that

  he might feel the faster beat of her heart in her

  pulse, or that he would notice the way her

  breathing shifted into quicker, shallower breaths

  than before. But if he was aware of these things,

  he did not let on.

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  “Young pups,” he grumbled. “What

  makes them think they can just knock about a

  lady with no care for her well-being?”

  “It’s all right, Lance,” Felicity answered

  softly, and her voice sounded odd to her ears.

  Surely he would notice that. To forestall this, she

  arbitrarily sought for something else to say. “So,

  I’ve been wondering why you would want to

  take so many cold showers. It seems like a silly

  thing to do.”

  “Have you never heard of the reason why

  men take cold showers, my girl?” he chuckled.

  “The occurrence usually coincides with being in

  the presence of a beautiful woman. It helps them

  to calm down, as it were.”

  “Oh, so you must have went back to that

  dating pub then?” she teased him.

  “Where did you hear about that?” he

  asked with a slight blush. “Surely Dervish would

  not have told you.”

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  “Actually, I heard it from someone I

  knew at the Academie,” she hedged, not willing

  to disclose the exact source. She didn’t know if

  Lancelot would admonish Penelope if he found

  out she had been the source.

  Lancelot laughed. “Well, my dear, I

  must say that there was no reason to return to the

  place after the one time. I was—shall we say,

  unaffected—by the experience.”

  Felicity nodded at this, but noticed that

  Lance was still watching her face intently. She

  blushed slightly and furrowed her brow, not at

  all certain why he persisted.

  “How exactly did we get on this subject

  again?” he inquired as he reached up and

  playfully flicked her nose, releasing her from his

  hold as he did so.

  Felicity felt bereft at the loss of his touch,

  but she couldn’t very well tell him so. To cover

>   up the surge of emotions that suddenly assailed

  her, she looked over at the boat.

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  “I see they have lowered the gangplank,”

  she pointed out. “Shall we head over there?”

  “In a minute or so,” said Lance, taking

  her by the elbow and drawing her a bit closer to

  his side than was strictly necessary. “May as

  well let some of this crowd pass by first. They

  can be quite forceful about getting aboard.”

  As they waited companionably, Lance

  continued to press Felicity to his side, making

  her heart pound in her chest so loudly, she feared

  he must hear it by now. She glanced up and saw

  that he was still watching her.

  “Have you ever been on a boat, my

  dear?” he inquired with a slight smirk.

  “Only a very small one,” she admitted.

  “The kind that holds two people, and requires

  oars to move it.”

  “You went outside of the Veil with your

  aunt so often, but never left England?” he

  clarified.

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  “Right, exactly,” she said with a nod.

  “There was nothing we needed outside of this

  land.”

  “Mm, so this is kind of like your very

  first real adventure,” he teased her. “That’s a

  good thing.”

  “Why is it a good thing?” she asked

  breathlessly.

  Hearing her voice, and seeing the liquid

  heat pooling in Felicity’s eyes, made Lancelot

  want to kiss her. To quell the desire, he began to

  walk toward the boat, bringing her along by her

  elbow.

  “Lance?”

  “Oh, no reason, really. It’s just nice to

  get to share a first with the girl who has done so

  very many things,” he answered, giving her arm

  a slight squeeze.

  “I suppose so,” she answered with a

  blush.

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  Felicity felt glad he was the one she

  would be sharing this adventure with, too. Of

  course, she wasn’t about to tell Lancelot that.

  She could only imagine what it would sound like

  to him if she did.

  She supposed it would not sound unlike

  some sappy romantic novel such as the one

  she’d been reading when they’d first met.

  Remembering what else she’d read in that book

  left Felicity’s temperature rising even higher as

  they finally reached the boat.

  As the few people ahead of them took

  their turns boarding, Felicity asked Lance, “But

  what about you, Lance? Have you ever been on

  a boat before?”

  “Indeed, yes,” he answered with a fond

  smile. “I first boarded a boat at age nineteen,

  when my grandfather was killed by giants in

  Rome. After that, my grandmother insisted that

  every year my brother and father and I must

  come to see her on the anniversary of her

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  husband’s death, for she refused to return to

  England with us, and chose to reside in Paris

  instead. The last time I was on a boat was the

  same day she died. But that’s a memory I’d

  rather not revisit, however.”

  “No doubt,” Felicity agreed, in spite of

  the fact she did not know the precise

  circumstances of that particular event. “So

  where are your father and brother now? One

  never hears anything about either of them.”

  Lancelot chuckled. “They are in France,

  actually, running my grandparent’s estate for

  well over a hundred years now. My family has a

  great deal of wealth, you know, both in

  Mundania and within the Veils of both France

  and England.”

  “Oh? No, I did not know.”

  “Step aboard, miss,” said the boatman as

  Felicity approached the top of the gangplank.

  Lancelot held fast to one of her hands,

  while the boatman held the other, and between

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  the two of them they made certain Felicity was

  safely deposited on the deck. Then the boatman

  let go and gave Lance a steadying pat on his

  shoulder as well before he turned away, intent

  on helping the next group of passengers.

  “Come, my dear,” said Lance as they

  stepped forward. “We will find a couple of deck

  chairs out here, I think. It’s perfect weather for

  the trip, and you’ve worn just the right dress, I

  see. It was almost as though you’d known where

  we would be going.”

  As they sat side by side in a couple of

  chairs, Felicity snorted derisively. “Oh, so now

  you think I’ve got some sort of seer

  capabilities?” she scoffed.

  “Perhaps you could tell me what you see

  in my future, then,” he answered as he laid back,

  placing his hands behind his head and looking

  up at her with a smirk.

  Felicity looked at him for a moment as

  the smirk slipped slowly into a suggestive grin,

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  and then she blushed profusely and looked

  away, making him chuckle.

  “No pearls of wisdom, then?” he

  inquired. “I mean, it would be nice to know I

  was not about to be eaten by a dragon, at the very

  least.”

  When

  he’d

  said

  this,

  Felicity

  remembered the book she’d found in the school

  library. She’d been reading it off and on since

  she’d first found it, and had even begun taking it

  to work with her as well.

  Now she realized with a start of surprise

  that she could easily spend some of the time on

  board familiarizing herself with the precise

  legend of Amaranth the Dragoness, and the

  Grimoire Draconis that they now sought. She

  pulled the shrunken book out and enlarged it.

  “Where did you get that book, Felicity?”

  asked Lance curiously as he glanced away from

  the docks once they’d left his field of vision. “It

  looks quite magical.”

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  “Yes, I suppose it is,” she agreed. “It

  called to me while I was in the library at

  Academie Magica one day. When I told the

  librarian about it, she told me not to concern

  myself with returning it once I’d read it, since it

  appears to have chosen me.”

  “‘The Lore and Magic of Dragons’? That

  is very interesting, my dear,” said Lancelot

  tiredly as he reached over to give her knee a brief

  squeeze. “Perhaps it will come in handy during

  our little jaunt.”

  He was barely able to stifle a yawn, and

  Felicity cast him a smile as she settled down to

  read. Soon a light snore greeted her ears as he

  drifted off to sleep. Smiling contentedly, Felicity

  had never felt more comforted in her entire
life

  than she was by the sound.

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  NINETEEN

  Before ten minutes had passed Felicity

  became completely engrossed in the book of

  lore. She had been reading it for quite some time

  while Lancelot dozed, and discovered the legend

  of Amaranth within its pages.

  Mostly, the book’s version of the tale

  confirmed what Dervish had already discovered.

  The Dragon’s Eye had apparently been cleaved

  in two by the giants, and it appeared to be over

  some sort of land dispute.

  Broken but not destroyed, the dragon-

  mage had hidden herself within a mountain

  somewhere in ancient Gaul, which would now

  be found in southern France and the other

  countries that bordered it.

  Felicity was not certain she liked the fact

  that so many people had gone in search of the

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  dragoness and never returned. When she thought

  about how many people had gone searching for

  that cave to date, it made her cringe.

  She and Lancelot were now headed for

  those very same caves, and she had no wish to

  disappear in such a way. She’d only just

  graduated; she certainly did not want her life to

  be over so soon after it had just begun.

  But then she remembered that she had

  been drawn to this very book, and it was all

  about the dragons. How did she know it wasn’t

  her who was meant to go there? She might very

  well be the one meant to set things right.

  Before she could read any further, the

  book was suddenly pulled away. Shock mingled

  with irritation as she looked up to see what had

  happened. She saw that Lance had finally

  awakened, and now he was standing above her

  with the book in his waving hand.

  “Lancelot Jones, you give that back right

  now!” she gasped indignantly. “At least have the

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