Damsel Knight

by Sam Austin

  Metal bars stand firm behind the ledge, surrounding a small balcony. Flowers of a dozen different sizes and colours decorate the dark metal and rise up to climb the walls. Pretty wooden boxes border the edges in such numbers that there remains only a small patch of smooth marble right in the middle of the floor. Each one has a different plant. She recognises carrots and strawberries, but most are foreign to her.

  Gingerly she steps over the balcony onto the patch of marble. Behind the balcony is a giant pair of ornate doors, bordered in gold, and filled almost completely up by coloured glass so dark that she can see the merest of shapes behind them. She ignores them for now, turning back to the railing to tie one end of the rope hung over her shoulder around the bars.

  It's a good thing Neven brought so much rope. She drops the other end and it falls just short of where tiny far away Neven waits on the ground. They’d decided only one of them should make the climb, and both of them knew it had to be her. Neven’s a lot stronger than he looks, but she beats him hands down at climbing - or any physical activity for that matter.

  The dragon sits watching them both with curiosity in his black eyes, but makes no move toward either of them. The spell may wear off, but for now it’s holding. Bonnie takes a deep breath, turning away as Neven clambers up the wall to grab the rope.

  The glass of the doors is cool under her hand. They open at the lightest touch of her fingers, as if waiting for her to come. What’s behind the door takes her breath away.

  The room is gigantic. The curved walls are a soft cream with the same gold edging as the doors. Shining staircases wind around the walls, reaching up to door upon door. The furniture in the main room is beyond beautiful. One circle shaped bed sits in the centre of the room, big enough to hold six grown men without danger of anyone of them touching the other. A gold encrusted vanity table holds a mirror taller than Bonnie herself. Various elegant tables dot around the room, each one groaning under the weight of plants. Plant pots cover the floor as well, and a pretty climbing plant that looks like a bright blue coloured ivy spirals all the way up the giant winding staircase.

  And right there in the middle of it all stands a girl, frozen mid step with her hands around a plant pot nearly as big as herself. She’s as beautiful as the room. Tightly bound ringlets, as dark as Gelert’s eyes, tumble over the shoulders of a blue gown. Bright green eyes stare wide in shock from a heart shaped face, their colour as vivid as the most polished of emeralds.

  Slowly the girl puts the plant pot down.

  “My apologies,” the girl says in a voice as finely tuned as the rest of her. Everything about her, from the elegant way she holds herself, to her rosy pink cheeks reminds Bonnie more of some fanciful painting than a real girl. The only tarnish to this perfect image are the smudges of soil on her face and hands, but as she watches, even those fade as if they’d never been there. “I am Princess Alice. I wasn’t expecting company. I fear my stomach is too delicate for blood, or I would have watched your courageous battle and known to expect you. Please enter my brave champion.”

  Bonnie squints at the flowery words, but understands enough to know she’s been invited in. She steps into the room, taking in all the sights she hadn’t of yet. Over in a corner a watering can was hanging in mid-air, drifting from pot to pot to feed the plants. Perched on the corner of a table not completely taken over by plants, a silver spoon circles around and around in a small china cup. Up on the staircase, a sheet is hanging itself up to dry on a banister.

  A sudden warmth covers her skin, almost painful. She glances down to see Neven’s clothes are spotless and well mended for the first time she can remember. The murky grey trousers are now a pale brown, and the top a gleaming white. She raises her hands to her face. The skin is pink and burns like someone has come along and scrubbed all the dirt off, then a couple layers of skin for good measure. Her nails are trimmed, buffed to a shine, and have not a spot of dirt under them.

  It’s weird. If this is what magic does, she wants as far away from it as possible.

  “This isn’t right,” the princess says, frowning. She turns to glance at a mop hopping past with a bucket. “My father said that when my true love passes over that threshold all the magic would cease.”

  True love. Gross. “Look. None of that matters now,” Bonnie says. “I need to get the dragon to the City, and whatever spell you have going on here means he won’t leave without you. So pack your things and let’s go.”

  Panting comes from behind her as Neven clambers his way onto the balcony. The scraping sound of wood on marble tells her he’s knocked one of the plant beds.

  Princess Alice blinks rapidly. “You did not slay the dragon?”

  “Long story,” Bonnie says. “Now, could you hurry-”

  Neven steps into the room beside her, breathing heavily while taking in his surroundings with wide eyes. His mouth drops open as he stares at his newly cleaned clothes and skin. Then the mop falls over, along with the bucket, splashing water toward them. On the other side of the room the watering can clatters to the floor in mid pour, then all around the room objects held together by magic fall to the ground.

  The tower shakes, trembling under her newly mended shoes. Crashes resound left and right as plant pots fall off tables and smash into pieces. Shudders hammer the room until her very bones quake. An ugly cracking sound like thunder echoes off the curved walls, and just like that the walls are tearing apart, and chunks of ceiling rain down around them.

  “What is that?” Neven shouts as he hurries to grab the princess’s hand and pull her toward the balcony. Even in the chaos, he still finds time to blush at the contact.

  “True love,” Bonnie says, dodging a chunk of ceiling as big as her and rushing to the rope.

  Chapter 7

  “I don’t climb ropes,” princess Alice says, her green eyes wide.

  Bonnie rolls her eyes. “Oh for the love of - get on my back!”

  The princess does as she’s told, which is about the only positive thing about her. Bonnie’s starting to think that whoever would have won her for a wife would’ve gotten a very bad deal. She tries to imagine herself spending the rest of her life with this pretty little creature who can’t even pull her own weight up. She’d be terrible at sword fighting, even more terrible at a good old fashioned fist fight. No, she’d be no fun at all.

  The weight on her back and shoulders is a little less than her own weight, despite the princess’s extra head of height. She’s carried Neven on her back before to re-enact stories of warriors gaining great strength from strapping sows to their shoulders - a comparison that Neven didn’t care for. So the princess’s weight doesn’t tax her legs much, but swinging herself onto the rope with the tower crumbling around her, it drags down her arms enough to make them burn white hot. Not even winding her legs a little tighter around the rope does much to alleviate the strain. Neven is right above her, and it’s a long way to the ground. She has to move fast to get them all to the ground in time. Gripping too much with her thighs or shoes would slow down her progress.

  Instead she slides down hand over hand, fast enough to know her hands and legs will be raw with rope burn by the time she reaches the grass. The tower wavers, swaying from side to side. The rough bricks in front of her face break apart from each other and fall downward. She hears the thump as each one hits the ground, knowing that could easily be her fate.

  A roar echoes from below, making the tower shudder. And a horrible thought hits her all at once. The spells in the tower broke once Neven entered. What if the spell over the dragon broke too?

  The tower leans sharply to the right, taking their rope with it. Princess Alice squeaks like a startled kitten, and grips Bonnie’s throat so tight she can’t breathe. It's all Bonnie can do to keep going, one hand over the other, wishing she'd thought to wrap her palms in cloth so she could slide down the rope as easily as if it'd been polished metal.

  The rope whips from side to side, then around and around like a pin wheel. Her elbow thu
mps against stone, and tingling pain spikes all the way to her fingers. Even when her entire arm flashes numb she keeps moving, faster and faster. Rubble rains all around her. The rope digs into the flesh of her hands, and she fancies she can smell her skin start to burn.

  The tower teeters above her, for one mad moment looking like it's going to topple forward on top of them. forty feet to the ground, and a tower falling on top of them. It's not the way Bonnie imagined her end to be.

  Then the tower collapses inward instead. The result is no less deadly. All the walls she can see fold in on themselves as quickly as if some giant invisible fist had closed around them and crumbled them like paper. A crack, and the rope is slack in her hands

  She catches a glimpse of Neven spinning through the air above her. The iron railing she'd tied the rope to chases them, spinning, and spinning. Behind it comes a hailstorm of stone, each chunk bigger than the last. Wind buffets every inch of her, slapping cold hands at her face. Princess Alice's arms remain locked around her neck, and a high pitched sound next to her ear tells her the girl is screaming. It takes longer than it should to get it, but then she understands. They're falling.

  The world twists and turns. Sky, grass, sky, grass. Each time the grass spins into view it's a bit closer, a little harder looking.

  The impact would've pushed the air from her lungs if princess Alice's arms weren't firmly locked around her windpipe. Blackness, and warmth. Only when her thoughts repeat themselves enough to be heard over her racing heart, she realises the black is not complete blackness. There's a soft red glow to it that grows sharper and gains more colours.

  Shaking herself, she pulls the girl's hands from her throat, causing her to drop from her back onto the rough ground. She reaches up, her fingers finding that same odd texture - like smooth pebbles joined tightly together to make something that feels smooth to her fingers, and rough to her hands. Pushing against it, the world explodes into colour as the giant fingers uncurl from around them.

  The dragon's house sized head looks down at them, not seeming to notice the remains of the tower crashing apart on its head and back. His black voids of eyes seem to sparkle with something. Puzzlement? Relief? Hunger? She doesn't know.

  Neven levers himself to his hands and knees on the dragon's left arm. It seems so far away from where she and the princess sit in the palm of the dragon's right hand. His expression is dazed. A harder landing than her and the princess perhaps? She's relieved to see that he doesn't appear injured.

  Her relief is short lived.

  The dragon drops them the short distance to the ground as the last of the rubble falls on his shoulders. Then he moves his left arm suddenly, flinging Neven into the air. The giant jaws close around Neven with a sickening snap.

  Bonnie's jaw drops open and she scrambles backward to where she'd left her sword at the bottom of the tower. Time skips, and she's running toward the dragon with her blade raised in front of her. Some part of her must know that with the dragon standing as he is, the highest part she can hope to reach is his ankles, but she runs anyway.

  This is Neven. The boy who met her as a ragged orphan living on scraps from the stalls of Porthdon and promptly claimed her as his sister and brought her home. The boy who helped her when he discovered her love of sword fighting, instead of reporting her.

  She'll slit the dragon's belly open to get him back if she has to.

  "Sir Dragon," princess Alice calls out, her voice as clear and bright as a bell. "If you please, could you spit the boy out? He is my true love you see, and I do not want him harmed."

  The dragon seems to consider this a moment. Then reluctantly it lowers its head and sticks out its massive tongue. Neven rolls wet and sticky to the princess’s feet and lies there gasping.

  Bonnie lowers her sword. "You just - you asked it nicely?"

  "I consider it the best way to get things done," the princess says, brushing down her pretty silk dress. "He really is quite gentlemanly for a bloodthirsty beast. I know father said I shouldn't, but I've grown fond of him. I'm so glad you didn't kill him."

  Something white hot and painful opens in her chest at the warmth in the princess's green eyes as she looks up at the dragon. "There's time for that later."

  Princess Alice flushes a deep red. "Of course good sir. I should not have presumed otherwise. Forgive my manners. Sir Dra - I mean the dragon is all I've had to talk to in three long years."

  Neven raises his head from the ground. "Remind me why we can't kill it now?"

  "Honour," Bonnie says, reaching down a hand and pulling him to his feet. Her hand comes away wet and stinking of rotting meat. "I mean to kill him while he's not so senseless as to stand there and let me do it. He deserves better."

  Neven shakes his head at that. "And what makes you think he won't kill you first?"

  ***

  "So I'm your true love?" Neven asks as they walk over hill after hill, the dragon shuffling slowly behind them. His face is scarlet, but whether that's more from trying to get back in time or from his question she's not sure.

  The princess nods, just as out of breath as he is, but trying not to show it. "Yes. Though you are younger than I expected." Her face turns almost purple as she seems to realise what she's said. "Meaning no offence of course."

  "And you're my true love?"

  For a smart guy Neven seems to be having a hard time wrapping his head around this. Bonnie decides to stay out of it, dropping back a little to walk next to the dragon. Or rather, to walk on level with the dragon's shuffling front feet. Both her and the dragon could be making much better time than this, but the princess and her completely impractical frilly dress set their pace for them.

  "That's the way my father said the spell works," princess Alice says. "My true love will slay the savage dragon and climb the tower. The moment he walks through the threshold the charms to fill my needs will cease to be, as he is the one charm I will need for the rest of my life."

  Somehow Neven turns an even brighter red. Bonnie stares, fascinated at the change in colour.

  "Are you surprised good sir?" Princess Alice asks, her bright eyes wide. "Are you displeased with me?"

  "What? No." Neven scratches his head. "It's just a shock is all. This whole day is a shock. And for a while there I thought my true love was... Well, that doesn't matter. What matters is we get off this island."

  The lapping sound of sea on shore seems closer now. Bonnie passes by them, running down and up two hills before she sees what she's looking for. "That might be a problem."

  Neven huffs and puffs along until he's standing beside her. "The boat's gone."

  "It's barely past mid day," Bonnie says, gripping her sword tightly. "And the magic. All the spells broke, which means the island shouldn't have pushed him out to sea."

  "He didn't know that," Neven says, twisting the cloth of his shirt so tightly around his fingers that the metal contraptions on his arms spring upright. He pushes them back down absentmindedly. "He must have waited until he thought he couldn't wait any longer. Then he left."

  He left. The words sting more than they should. This isn't the first time Jack had dropped her on a shore and left her. The first time she'd been forced to fend for herself for months before Neven's family took her in. So she shouldn't be surprised. Jack was a man who did what he could and felt no guilt about not being able to do more.

  Still, it hurts.

  "What's this?" The princess asks, wandering to the shore.

  There in front of the hollow tree is a single crate like the ones he'd used to haul the teeth in. For just a moment another crate springs into her mind. One of darker wood, and stained with dirt and blood instead of sand.

  'No, don't open it' she wants to say as Neven bends down bedside the princess. Then her senses come back. This is a different box. And she's not a little girl any longer. She's to be a knight. Nothing should scare her.

  Still, she finds herself watching closely as Neven pries off the lid.

  "Food," Neven says. He
turns, his eyes searching for hers. "He left us supplies. Does he mean to come back do you think?"

  "If he does it will be after going back to King’s City to deliver the rest of the boxes. The King will be waiting for them. After that he needs to journey the circle to collect his wares." She hides the queasiness that comes over her remembering all those teeth. "If he travels it all he won't come back this way for a year, but he might turn around after dropping his goods at the palace. He usually rests a while before starting his journey, so he should have time to collect us. And if he doesn't, they'll come to drop off champions in a month’s time."

  "It'll take weeks for Jack to get here even if he does turn right around," Neven complains. He turns to princess Alice, stumbling back a step like he'd forgotten she was with them. "My lady - I mean, my princess. Do you know a way we can get to your father's city?"

  "I'm afraid I wasn't told what happens after my true love rescues me," princess Alice says, her wide eyes darting between the shore that led out to sea, and the giant trees that form a wall to their left. Blushing again, she seems to remember her courtesies and returns her full attention to Neven. "My father just said it would be the end of my waiting."

  "Seems like this is the start of it," Bonnie says, sighing. She lowers herself to the ground, laying her sword across her lap. The day had taken its toll, and her limbs ache for rest. "The castle is gone. We can't go back."

  "No. But maybe we can go forward." Neven looks up at the dragon with a glint in his eyes she doesn't like. It's the same expression he wears just before coming up with some insane idea that usually ends with something exploding or catching on fire. "The city is over the forest right?"

  "Sure," Bonnie says. "The forest, a few villages including our own, Porthdon, then a few miles along King’s road. But you're forgetting one thing Neven. We don't fly."