‘Skymaw,’ Thymara supplied helpfully. ‘The dragon’s name is Skymaw.’
‘She told you her name?’ Tats was astounded.
Thymara was irritated at the interruption. ‘Skymaw is what I call her,’ she amended, giving him a glare. ‘Everyone knows that dragons don’t tell their real names immediately.’
‘Yes, that’s what my dragon told me, too. Only she didn’t ask me to give her a name to use.’ He smiled foolishly. ‘She’s such a beauty, Thymara. Green as emeralds, green as sunlight through leaves. Her eyes are like, well, I don’t have words. She’s a bad-tempered little thing, though. I accidentally stepped on her toe and she threatened to kill and eat me!’
‘Wait, please.’ It was the stranger’s turn to interrupt them. ‘Please. Both of you. You are saying that you talk to the dragons? Just as we are talking right now.’
Only Sedric didn’t feel like a stranger to her any more. She smiled at him. ‘Of course we do.
‘They move their mouths and the words come out and you hear them? Just as we are talking together now? Then why do I hear rumbles and moos and hisses, and you hear words?’
‘Well—’ She hesitated, realizing she hadn’t thought about how she ‘heard’ the dragons.
‘No, of course not.’ Tats barged in again. ‘Their mouths are all wrong for shaping words like we do. They make sounds, and somehow I understand what they are saying. Even though they aren’t speaking a human language.’
‘Did it take you long to learn their language? Did you study it before you came here?’ Sedric asked.
‘No.’ Tats shook his head decisively. ‘When I first got here, I picked out my dragon and walked up to her, and I could understand her. Mine is the green female. She’s not as big as some of the others, but I think she’s prettier. Also, she’s fast and other than her wings, I think she’s pretty much perfectly formed. She’s a bit feisty; she says the others say she’s mean and avoid her. She says it’s because she’s fast enough to get to the food first almost every time. They’re jealous.’
‘Or perhaps they just think she’s greedy,’ Thymara suggested. Time to take control of this conversation. After all, Sedric hadn’t followed Tats into the woods to speak to him, even if he now seemed to be hanging on every word the boy spoke. ‘I’ve been able to understand the dragons since they hatched,’ she told the Bingtown man. ‘I was here that day. And even when they weren’t looking at me directly, I could feel what they were thinking, even as they were coming out of their logs. And communicate with them.’ She smiled. ‘One of the hatchlings went after my dad. I had to insist that he wasn’t food.’
‘A dragon wanted to eat your father?’ Sedric seemed horrified.
‘They had just come out of their cases. He was confused.’ She cast her mind back, remembering. ‘They were so hungry when they came out. And they weren’t as strong as they should have been or as well formed. I think the sea serpents were too old and not as fat as they should have been, and they didn’t stay encased long enough. And that’s why these dragons aren’t healthy and can’t fly.’
‘Can’t fly yet,’ Tats amended. He grinned. ‘You saw Rapskal. He’s determined that his dragon is going to fly. He’s crazy, of course. But after I watched them, well, I was looking at my green’s wings. They’re well shaped, but just small and not very strong. She told me that dragons keep growing for as long as they live. All parts of them grow, necks, legs, tails and yes, wings. I’m thinking that if I feed her right and she keeps trying to use them, maybe her wings will grow and she will be able to fly.’
Thymara regarded him in astonishment. She had just accepted the dragons as they were; it had not occurred to her that perhaps they might become full dragons as they grew. Now she reconsidered Skymaw’s wings. They had seemed floppy when she had cleaned them and Skymaw had not been very helpful about unfolding them for grooming. She didn’t think Skymaw could move them much. A surge of envy raced through her; was it possible that Tats’ green dragon might eventually gain flight while Skymaw remained earthbound?
‘But you can understand what they say, word for word?’ Sedric seemed intent on dragging them back to his own concern about the dragons. When Thymara nodded, he asked, ‘So when you said those things to me, you weren’t making them up? You were actually translating what the dragon was trying to say to me?’
She suddenly felt a bit abashed by how she had spoken to him. ‘I was repeating exactly what Skymaw was saying,’ she excused herself, and felt only slightly guilty for blaming her rudeness on the dragon.
‘So, then. You could translate for me? If I wanted to talk to her, apologize—’
‘No need for that. I mean, you can speak directly to her. She understands exactly what you say.’
‘Yes, she did, and that is exactly how I was getting into trouble with her. But if Alise asks your dragon a question and your dragon answers, you could translate the answer for me? Quietly, off to one side, so we don’t disturb their conversation.’
‘Of course. But so could Alise – I mean, the lady. So could any of the keepers.’
‘But that would slow down Alise’s work. I was thinking that if someone would interpret for me, as the dragon talks, I could get it all down. I’m a very fast writer. And I suppose any keeper could do it,’ and here he glanced at Tats. ‘But seeing as how she is your dragon, I think you would be the logical choice.’
She liked how he kept referring to Skymaw as her dragon. ‘I suppose I could.’
‘Well then – would you?’
‘Would I what? Just stand there while they’re talking, only tell you what the dragon is saying?’
‘Exactly.’ He hesitated, and then offered, ‘I could pay you, if you wish. For your time.’
It was tempting, but her father had raised her to be honest. ‘I’ve already been paid for my time, and it belongs to the dragon now. I can’t sell my time twice any more than I could sell a plum twice. So I couldn’t take your money. And I’d have to ask Skymaw if she would allow you to be near her, and if she would mind if I told you what she was saying.’
‘Well.’ He seemed taken aback at the thought that she couldn’t accept his money. ‘Would you ask her, then? I’d be indebted to you.’
She cocked her head at him. ‘Actually, I think it would be Alise Finbok who would be indebted to me. After all, she’s bought your time, for you to do this work for her. And if I make it so you can do it, well—’ Thymara smiled to herself. ‘Yes, I think actually she’d be the one indebted to me.’ She rather liked the idea of that.
‘So, then, you’ll ask the dragon if I can be around her? And if you can interpret for me what she says?’
Thymara bent down and grasped her fishing spear to either side of her prey. She grunted slightly as she lifted the heavy fish. She nodded toward it as she answered him. ‘Let’s ask her right now. I think I have something here that might put her in the mood to say yes.’
Day the 6th of the Grain Moon
Year the 6th of the Independent Alliance of Traders