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In the Time of Dragon Moon

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by Janet Lee Carey




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  Summary: “In AD 1210, Uma, a healer raised by a tribe of people native to Wilde Island, must complete an impossible task for the English queen or be burned alive, and her only ally is the part dragon, part fairy Pendragon prince who is struggling with a secret of his own” — Provided by publisher.

  ISBN 978-1-101-59385-1

  [1. Kings, queens, rulers, etc.—Fiction. 2. Healers—Fiction. 3. Kidnapping—Fiction.

  4. Racially mixed people—Fiction. 5. Dragons—Fiction. 6. Fairies—Fiction.

  7. British Isles—History—13th century—Fiction. 8. Fantasy.] I. Title.

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  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Map

  PART ONE

  Chapter 1: Euit Village, Devil’s Boot on Wilde Island

  Chapter 2: Journey to Pendragon Castle

  Chapter 3: Pendragon Castle, Wilde Island

  Chapter 4: Pendragon Castle, Wilde Island

  Chapter 5: Voyage to Dragon’s Keep

  Chapter 6: Pendragon Summer Castle, Dragon’s Keep

  Chapter 7: Pendragon Summer Castle, Dragon’s Keep

  Chapter 8: Pendragon Summer Castle, Dragon’s Keep

  Chapter 9: Pendragon Summer Castle, Dragon’s Keep

  Chapter 10: Pendragon Summer Castle, Dragon’s Keep

  Chapter 11: Pendragon Summer Castle, Dragon’s Keep

  Chapter 12: Castle Green, Dragon’s Keep

  Chapter 13: Pendragon Summer Castle, Dragon’s Keep

  Chapter 14: Pendragon Summer Castle, Dragon’s Keep

  Chapter 15: Faul’s Leap, Dragon’s Keep

  Chapter 16: Faul’s Leap, Dragon’s Keep

  Chapter 17: Pendragon Summer Castle, Dragon’s Keep

  Chapter 18: Pendragon Summer Castle, Dragon’s Keep

  Chapter 19: Pendragon Summer Castle, Dragon’s Keep

  Chapter 20: Pendragon Summer Castle, Dragon’s Keep

  Chapter 21: Cave, Dragon’s Keep

  Chapter 22: Pendragon Summer Castle, Dragon’s Keep

  Chapter 23: Ocean Voyage to Wilde Island

  PART TWO

  Chapter 24: Graveyard, Wilde Island

  Chapter 25: Graveyard, Wilde Island

  Chapter 26: Elm Grove, Wilde Island

  Chapter 27: Pendragon Castle, Wilde Island

  Chapter 28: Pendragon Castle, Wilde Island

  Chapter 29: Pendragon Castle, Wilde Island

  Chapter 30: Pendragon Castle Cliffs, Wilde Island

  Chapter 31: Pendragon Tomb, Wilde Island

  Chapter 32: Pendragon Castle, Wilde Island

  Chapter 33: Dungeon, Pendragon Castle

  Chapter 34: Crow’s Nest, Wilde Island

  PART THREE

  Chapter 35: Vazan’s Den, Wilde Island

  Chapter 36: Pendragon Castle to Dragonswood

  Chapter 37: Dragonswood, Wilde Island

  Chapter 38: Dragonswood, Wilde Island

  Chapter 39: Dragonswood, Wilde Island

  Chapter 40: Princess Augusta’s Castle, Dragonswood, Wilde Island

  Chapter 41: Princess Augusta’s to DunGarrow, Dragonswood, Wilde Island

  Chapter 42: Dragonswood to Pendragon Castle, Wilde Island

  Chapter 43: Pendragon Castle

  Chapter 44: Pendragon Castle

  Chapter 45: Dungeon, Pendragon Castle, Wilde Island

  Chapter 46: Pendragon Castle Green, Wilde Island

  PART FOUR

  Chapter 47: Pendragon Castle Cliffs, Wilde Island

  Chapter 48: Castle Green, Wilde Island

  Chapter 49: Castle Green

  Epilogue: Devil’s Boot

  Author’s Note

  Euit Moon Months Chart

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  To Justina Chen and her daughter, Sofia Headley. Pathfinders.

  PART ONE

  Captive

  Chapter One

  Euit Village, Devil’s Boot on Wilde Island

  Falcon Moon

  April 1210

  KNIFE IN HAND, I crouched under the willow. Father’s dragon skimmed over the river, her crimson scales blazed blood red across the surface. Her searing cry rang through the valley. Dragons live more than a thousand years; their turning eye sockets allow them to look forward and back, seeing past and future, patterns in time we humans can never see. My eyes were fixed on smaller things.

  Today he will tell me. Today I will know.

  I took my knife to the ends of my hair. Crow-black strands in my hand, red-toned where the morning sun struck them. The auburn from my English mother was nearly swallowed by the black, but I could not hide what I was: a girl, a half English. Under the willow, I covered the strands with soil. I’d buried much in this secret place.

  Tying back what remained, I went to wash Father’s medicine pots in the river.

  “Uma!” Ashune raced down the muddy riverbank, her baby screaming in her arms. “Help him please!”

  I scrambled ashore, dripping. “What’s happened?”

  “A bee stung him. And he . . . look!” She pulled back Melo’s blanket. His waving arm was red and swollen as a rotting plum. I gripped his tiny wrist. He wailed as I pulled the stinger out.

  “Was he stung in other places?”

  “No, just here.” Her eyes were wide. “Why is it so swollen?”

  I heard a wheezing sound between cries. His throat was swelling shut. “It’s a bad reaction.”

  Ashune hugged him to her chest. “He needs medicine, Uma.”

  My father, the Adan, was the only healer in our village. He’d gone to Council Rock to speak to the elders on my behalf. I didn’t expect him back for hours.

  Melo coughed, shuddered.

  “Help him, Uma. Please!”

  “I can’t. Only the Adan can—”

  “You’re the Adan’s apprentice,” she cried. “Look at him. He can hardly breathe!”

  “Wait here.” I raced uphill to the healer’s hut and ran my hand along the shelves. This could cost me my apprenticeship. But how could I let Melo suffocate? All Father’s hard work bringing Melo into the wor
ld would be in vain if he died, and Father was away just now because of me.

  I grabbed the elixir I’d seen Father use and a jar of sooth-salve.

  Little Melo was turning blue by the time I reached him again.

  “Hold his mouth open, Ashune.” Holy Ones, help me help him. Our law was clear. No one but the Adan could heal the sick, but still I spilled three green drops on Melo’s tongue. So the law is broken in drops, I thought.

  “Swallow it, little one, swallow.” Breathe. The world grew silent as I listened to his ragged sounds between each cry. I could not hear the wind in the branches, the rushing river; only Melo struggling for air.

  “It’s not working,” Ashune cried.

  “Pray,” I said. I dosed him again, gently ran my fingers along his throat to help him swallow.

  Melo was conceived thanks to Father’s magnificent fertility cure. Breathe. Our small Euit tribe needed every child. Live.

  Melo squirmed, sucked in air, and shuddered all over. He kicked in his blanket. Was the soft brown color coming back to his face? I gripped the elixir jar tight, watching him. He took a few more breaths that didn’t sound thick or strained. And with his breathing, other sounds returned—the breeze in the willows, the singing river.

  “Holy Ones, you did it.” Ashune wept with joy, rocking her boy between us. She was a year older than me, eighteen when she bore Melo. It wasn’t an easy labor.

  I wanted to hold him too: weep and rest my cheek against his downy head, but I had never seen my father do such a thing when he cured the sick. A healer kept his dignity. And his distance.

  I rubbed the sooth-salve on Melo’s swollen arm, scooped out more of the ointment, and wrapped it in a leaf. “Rub this twice more on him today. Hide it in between.”

  Ashune took the leaf.

  “Tell no one you came to me,” I said.

  “I won’t tell.”

  She looked at me, silent a moment. The word Euit means “family.” Our chieftain said we were one family. We all belonged. It wasn’t that simple for me. Ashune’s mother caught us playing by the river together when I was six, she seven, and told her to keep away from the half English. I looked more like Father than Mother, with his skin, high cheekbones, and dark eyes, but that did not count for much back then. I knew I didn’t belong. Not long after that, I buried my girl’s clothes under the willow, left my mother’s side, and went to serve my father the Adan to become a person of value in the tribe.

  Ashune rocked Melo. “Thank you, Uma.” Since the day her mother dragged her off, things had been awkward between us.

  “I have washing to do,” I said, glancing down at the pots. She hesitated, but I waved her on. “Go. Melo should sleep.”

  Ashune’s colorful woven skirts brushed past clumps of wild iris as she climbed back up the riverbank. Melo made a contented cooing sound. He was one of just five infants born to us after nine years of emptiness and waiting. No one knew why our women had stopped having children. Had some plague infected us? Had something entered our food or water? We still didn’t know, but after years of seeking, my father found the plants he needed to make his fertility potion.

  I’d held Melo the night he was born. Today I’d cured him—maybe even saved his life. My heart swelled, tightening the binding cloth around my breasts as I watched Ashune heading back to the village.

  • • •

  IN OUR FAMILY hut just before dinner, Mother gave me a new belt with twelve red dragons woven in it. Her green eyes shone with delight above her freckled cheeks. The belt was her wordless way of telling me she expected good news when Father came home. I clung to the belt, admiring her fine craftsmanship. Hoping. More than that, believing she was right.

  Mother said, “I wove some of my hair into each dragon.” She’d done the same with Father’s sixteen-dragon belt. Her auburn strands gleamed in the red wool, adding vibrant orange tones. I hugged her before cinching it around my waist like a power charm, then stepped outside to wait for the Adan. Today he will tell me. Today I will know.

  In the hut, Mother sang to herself as she grilled the tuki peppers, Poppies and roses in her hair. She is queen of the May. Oh sing to her gladly and never sing sadly, she is the light of our day. She loved the English ballads from her childhood, but I was no queen of the May.

  I looked beyond the cone-shaped rush roofs to the thick forest climbing steeply beyond the village and felt a small flutter of excitement as Father came down the trail with his herbing basket.

  I knelt and touched the Adan’s feet with reverence before he entered our hut. At dinner I could hardly eat around all my unasked questions. Father, for his part, seemed to be chewing his thoughts. I’d served as his apprentice for ten years, but no girl has ever become an Adan. If the chieftain agreed today, I’d be the first.

  Father hadn’t accepted my help that first year; still I persisted. He did not like girlish chatter, so I was silent. He did not like weakness, so I stayed strong. He was never ill, so I was never ill—or if I was, I never let him know it.

  I rubbed the old scar bisecting my palm. Tell me, Father. He bit. He chewed.

  “I spoke with the chieftain about you,” Father said at last, dusting the crumbs from his mat. “Your path is chosen, Uma.”

  I hooked my thumb through my new belt, tugging the flying dragons tighter against my waist, circling Uma Quarteney. Healer. Adan.

  Father said, “You are to marry the hunter Ayo Hadyee in the time of Fox Moon.”

  My stomach seized. “M . . . marry? But my healer’s path . . . Didn’t you ask the chieftain, Adan?”

  “You have been a great help to me, Uma, but I’ve put things off too long. I should have started training a male apprentice sooner.”

  “What male could learn as much as I already know?”

  “Mi tupelli,” he said softly.

  Mi tupelli—my lad. The nickname raked my heart. “Don’t call me that. Not now!” His brows flew up. I’d never raised my voice to him before.

  “It’s been decided,” Father said. “As a female, you can be an Adan’s helpmate. Never a healer.”

  “Then why this?” I tugged my tunic down to the fox mark below my collarbone. “Why did you burn the pattern of my Path Animal on my skin if I was never meant to be a healer?”

  Such burns were reserved for warriors, elders, healers. I gloried under the excruciating pain the night he pressed the tip of the hot wire to my skin again and again until the tiny fox was complete. I took it as a sign I would become an Adan. A healer would not be shunned for being half English. A healer is needed. A healer belongs. And more than anything, I’d wanted to belong.

  Father took Mother’s hand. “Paths can change directions, Uma. I know you dreamed of more, and for a time I also thought . . . but our laws guide us. It’s good for you to marry. You know how much we need children.”

  “I’m needed as a healer. People have learned to accept me as your apprentice.” An acceptance that was hard-won. “I know how to help you treat our women with Kuyawan so they can have the children we need. Who else can do that?”

  Father’s mouth was a stern line.

  I said, “Does Ayo even want to marry a half English, a girl who does not cook or garden or weave, a girl who has dressed as a boy most of her life?” The look on Father’s face told me what I needed to know.

  Mother said, “I understand how you feel, Uma.”

  “No, you don’t.”

  “Believe me, I do. I know how hard you’ve worked. I’ve seen it. It hurt for me to give up my midwife practice and come here to live a different life, learning Euit ways so I could marry your father, but I did it.”

  “You did it because you love him! I don’t love Ayo Hadyee.”

  “You can learn to love him, Uma. It’s what your father wants for you.”

  “No! It’s what you want!”

  I shot out the do
or. I didn’t know why I raced to the healer’s hut until my hands were on the jars I’d washed that morning, until I was hurling them across the room, breaking them against the wall.

  “Uma, stop.” Mother came in, took my hands, and pulled me back outside. People had poured out of their huts, curious to see where the crashing sounds had come from. “Go back to your meals,” I shouted. “Leave us!”

  A hot wind scoured us from above. Father’s red dragon, Vazan, must have heard the sound of breaking jars from the healer’s hut. She dove from the clouds and roared a warning fire over our heads. I pushed Mother away, wanting to scream fire right back at Father’s guardian. But no human breathes fire.

  Or so I thought then.

  • • •

  THE NEXT DAY, after convincing Father to let me work beside him until Fox Moon came, I helped him attend my uncle Sudat, who’d accidentally cut his leg while skinning a goat. I was soothing my uncle with a smoking sage bundle as Father stitched the wound, when I heard horses’ hooves and shouting in the distance.

  Father kept chanting as he stitched. The far-off shouting turned to screams. The Adan did not allow himself to be distracted, but I peered out the door.

  “Adan,” I screamed. “King Arden’s army!” I’d not seen the king’s soldiers since I was small, when they’d burned our huts and forced us farther south. “They’re armed!”

  A soldier raced up and slashed an old man’s neck right in front of our hut. Blood spurted onto the murderer’s boots and breeches.

  Now people were running, scattering like goats frightened by a mountain lion. Two armed men burst into the healer’s hut.

  “Are you Adan?” the taller one barked. Father looked at him. He did not say yes. He did not say no. But the soldier saw what Father was doing to mend my uncle’s leg. The shorter man grabbed me, shook the smoke bundle from my hand, and stomped it out with his boot.

  “Are you the famous healer who cured infertile women?” the tall one asked. “Answer me!”

  “Yes,” Father said.

  Sudat groaned, “My leg.” His gash still gaped open. The soldier shoved Father aside and drove a dagger through my uncle’s heart, silencing him. I stopped the scream that came up my throat. It was like damming a river.

 

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