Dragonseed_ A Novel Of Dragon Age Part 20

"Did we miss it?" Burke asked, incredulous.

"No. We punched a hole in it. The left half looks tilted back a little."

"That's the part we'll ram, then."

Burke looked back out his own sighting window. The street was mostly empty. It was good this was happening at night. Here and there, faces peeked around the corners of buildings to watch the progress of the Angry Beetle as it rolled at its leisurely pace toward the gate.

What now? The cannons could be loaded from the inside, but it was a pain. Th.o.r.n.y definitely couldn't manage with his hands. He looked at the barrel of gunpowder beside him. He had a small spool of gunpowder-infused cotton to cut fuses from. Getting out of the Beetle to hop up to the gate and fas.h.i.+on a quick bomb didn't seem wise, however.

Did the Beetle have the speed and ma.s.s necessary to push open the gate?

He peered at the gauge. The needle hovered at the bottom edge of the green zone.

"We only live once, gentlemen," he said, and engaged the clutch.

The Angry Beetle's treads rumbled beneath the floor. On the incline, they quickly reached a speed that surprised even Burke. They might well be rolling at almost fifteen miles per hour. With a horrible crunch, they crashed into the gate. The Beetle felt as if it were going to tip over as the damaged gate fell from its hinges and one tread rode up onto it while the other stayed on the ground. Seconds later, the Angry Beetle shook violently as it dropped back to level and rolled on. Stunned guards looked down from the walls as the Angry Beetle roared away from the fort. The road sloped sharply downward toward the river. Burke disengaged the gears, allowing gravity alone to propel them so that they could build up enough pressure to climb the hill on the other side of the river.

"There's a bridge ahead," said Th.o.r.n.y.

"I know," said Burke. "It's going to be like threading a needle to cross it."

"Can the bridge even hold us?" Vance asked nervously.

"It's stone," said Burke. "The earth-dragons moved wagons loaded with armor and weapons across it. It'll hold."

He peeked back out the rear sighting hatch. His heart sank. There were a dozen men walking along behind the Angry Beetle, all bearing shotguns. They were spread out so that the rear cannon would never hit all of them. If they followed the war machine long enough, they'd be able to peel it open once it ran out of steam.

"Uh-oh," said Th.o.r.n.y.

These were quite likely the worst two syllables anyone could have uttered, given the circ.u.mstance. "What?" Burke asked.

"Earth-dragons," said Th.o.r.n.y. "They're climbing up from under the bridge. I guess they've heard the racket we're making. There might be fifty of them."

Burke barely had time to contemplate this news before a shotgun blast rang out. Then another, then another. No b.a.l.l.s clanged off the Angry Beetle's armor. How could they possibly miss?

"That's about five fewer earth-dragons," said Th.o.r.n.y.

As the angry war-cries of earth-dragons at full charge filled the air, a faint hope suddenly sparked within Burke's chest. Sometimes, two problems were better than one. In the best case scenario, the men and the dragons would fight one another and ignore the Angry Beetle.

In the worst case scenario, the dragons would kill the men, capture their guns and the Beetle, and suddenly have over a dozen shotguns, two cannons, and a barrel of gunpowder for the biologians to reverse engineer.

The Angry Beetle lurched as Burke contemplated their situation.

"We just ran over a fallen dragon," said Th.o.r.n.y.

Shotgun blasts continued to ring out.

"The humans have to win this battle," said Burke, grabbing the shotgun. "Even if Ragnar's men kill us, we can't let the dragons get their hands on the gunpowder."

"Burke," said Th.o.r.n.y. "You might want to concentrate on steering. We're only fifty feet from that bridge."

Burke handed the gun to Vance. "Open the rear gun slit. Fire at will."

"I don't know if my eyes are good enough for me to target anything," said Vance.

"Let's find out," said Burke.

Vance nodded. He moved swiftly to slide the small hatches open. Burke craned his head over his shoulder, trying to see as much as possible through the tiny holes. He could see the edges of the bridge. It looked like he was on track. There were a half-dozen earth-dragons on the bridge. Vance fired the shotgun.

When the smoke cleared, most of the earth-dragons were running. There was now a huge shadow on the bridge. What was it? Burke squinted, trying to make sense. It was moving...

With a start, he realized that the biggest earth-dragon he'd ever seen was charging straight toward the Angry Beetle. He brandished a war-hammer that no human could ever lift. His jagged beak was open in a war cry louder than the rumbling treads on the stonework of the bridge.

With a horrifying grunt, the huge dragon swung his hammer. Burke's end of the Angry Beetle suddenly shot into the air. Shrill whistles rang out as jets of steam shot from the seams of the boiler. With a gut-wrenching chewing sound, Burke heard the left tread seize up.

"Reload," Burke shouted.

The Angry Beetle jumped as the war-hammer once more slammed into its leading edge. One of the exterior spikes suddenly punched down into the belly of the war machine, missing the back of Th.o.r.n.y's head by a fraction of an inch. Vance was thrown against the boiler.

"Aaaah!" he cried out, pulling back. The chamber suddenly smelled like burning hair. Vance's wispy beard was gone from the left side of his face, now a bright beet red.

The rear gun slot Burke had been looking through was crushed completely shut. He could barely see out one of the remaining holes. A wall of reptilian flesh rippled as the dragon lifted the hammer for another blow.

There was a rumble beneath the Angry Beetle. The dragon attacking them jumped backward. Dust shot into the air.

"Uh-oh," Th.o.r.n.y said again.

In a symphony of pops and cracks and groans, the bridge beneath them crumbled and they dropped twenty feet, landing sideways. The entry hatch snapped open, showing the river water rus.h.i.+ng past only inches below. The Angry Beetle was precariously perched on the rubble of the bridge. The air was hot with steam.

Vance had his hands pressed against the roof, straining to keep from falling against the boiler again. "Y'all okay?" he asked.

"I think so," said Burke.

Th.o.r.n.y's voice was feeble. "I don't suppose you brought that jug of goom, did you? I could drink a gallon right about now."

"There's thirty gallons on board," said Burke, looking down at the water. He glanced over at the spool of fuse. "We're not drinking it though. It's going to be part of the explosion."

"Have we moved on to some part of the plan I was unaware of?" Th.o.r.n.y asked.

"There was a plan?" asked Vance.

"Get into the water," said Burke. "We can't let the dragons capture the Angry Beetle. I'm going to blow it up. Between the gunpowder and the goom, we might destroy the cannons."

Vance nodded. "Works for me." He let go of his handhold, grabbed the sky-wall bow and quiver, and dropped into the water. The boy really was fast with his hands. He popped back to the surface a second later. The water was up to his neck. He reached up. "Let me help you, Th.o.r.n.y."

Th.o.r.n.y did his best to navigate the cramped s.p.a.ce without hitting the boiler. He didn't succeed. His face scrunched up in pain when his s.h.i.+n hit the hot metal, but he never made a sound of complaint. He slipped down into Vance's hands and fell into the water.

"Take my crutch," Burke said, handing it down to Vance. He pulled several feet of chord off the spool and shoved it into the top of the nearest barrel. "We'll have less than a minute to get out of here. I don't move fast these days, so I might not make it."

Th.o.r.n.y's head popped back into the hatch. He was s.h.i.+vering violently.

"T-that's why y-you should get a head start. I'll light the f-fuse."

"I got us into this," said Burke. "Both of you go on."

"Burke," said Th.o.r.n.y, sounding grave. "For the last f-fifteen years, I've been s-spying on you for Bazanel. If I die, I d-deserve it."

"I knew," said Burke. "It was too big a coincidence that you'd been the slave of the only dragon I'd ever thought of as a kindred spirit."

"I'll light the fuse," said Vance.

"But..."

"I'm faster than both of you. I can hold my breath underwater a long time. Now get out of there and let me blow this thing up."

Burke grabbed the fallen shotgun and slipped down into the icy water. He lost his footing almost instantly. He reached out and grabbed Th.o.r.n.y's arm to steady himself.

"What's h-he going to l-light it with?" Th.o.r.n.y asked through chattering teeth.

"There's still fire under the boiler," Vance grumbled. "Get out of here!"

It was the closest thing to anger Burke had ever heard in Vance's voice. Grabbing his crutch, he took a deep breath and dropped beneath the water. The current pulled him away. He popped back to the surface several yards downstream. The water was unbelievably cold. Each winter his father used to throw him into the river and make him swim a mile. Supposedly, it was meant to make him tougher. In practice, it left him hating swimming. It was one aspect of his childhood training he'd never had the heart to inflict on Anza. He was suddenly grateful for it.

On the bank above him he saw a flash and heard thunder. A bloodied dragon toppled down the bank, limp and lifeless.

Th.o.r.n.y popped to the surface beside him. His lips were dark blue.

"Keep moving," Burke said, grabbing his friend by the collar.

"If y-you knew," Th.o.r.n.y asked, "why d-didn't you k-kill me?"

"You were the only halfway decent chess player in town."

"Anza's b-better," said Th.o.r.n.y.

"Anza beats me," said Burke.

They hopped, floated, and scrambled downstream a hundred yards, seldom bringing anything more than their heads above water. In the darkness, the fallen bridge and the upended war machine were nothing but shadows. On the far bank, Burke saw movement. Vance?

The shadow he saw was too large and had a tail. The shadow brandished a large hammer and shouted incompressible words of rage at the fallen bridge. So much for the hope the brute had been crushed in the collapse.

"It's been too long," said Burke. "The fuse should have-"

The night went white. The shockwave knocked them beneath the water. Hot shards of metal rained down, sizzling as they punched into the river. Burke lost all sense of up and down as the water roughed him up. Finally, he surfaced. Th.o.r.n.y popped up too, gasping. Burke spun around, trying to get his bearings, until he spotted the pillar of bluish flame on the water where the Angry Beetle had once been. The burning goom, no doubt. Black smoke hung heavy in the air. All around, little plips plips sounded in the water as shrapnel continued to fall. sounded in the water as shrapnel continued to fall.

Burke wanted to call out Vance's name, but didn't dare. He didn't know how many men or dragons had survived. No matter who was still up on the banks, it wouldn't be long before sky-dragons swarmed the area. Their only chance was to stay quiet, stay low, and keep moving.

"Do you th-think he...?" whispered Th.o.r.n.y.

"Shh," said Burke. "Keep moving. He'll find us."

As the minutes dragged on, Vance didn't find them. Burke helped Th.o.r.n.y crawl from the water after a mile had pa.s.sed. They were both freezing, drenched to the bone. Their only hope was to keep moving. They raced not only against the sky-dragons who no doubt searched the area, but against hypothermia and frost-bite as well.

They limped along with Burke's arm wrapped around Th.o.r.n.y's shoulder for balance. Burke had the shotgun and his crutch pressed against his chest with his free arm. Any time Th.o.r.n.y slowed, Burke pushed him on, ever eastward. Stopping even a minute to catch their breath could prove fatal.

They'd traveled a few miles when Burke smelled smoke. At first, he thought it might be his imagination, until Th.o.r.n.y whispered hoa.r.s.ely, "S-smells like a f-fire."

They limped on, rounding a bend in the river. Like some dream, a windowless log cabin sat high up on the bank, with smoke curling from the stone chimney. Burke hobbled toward it, not caring who might be inside. The cabin was tiny, barely ten feet by five. He let his crutch drop from his numb hands as he fell against the door.

The door opened. Vance looked down on them. His hair was sopping wet. He was wrapped in a thick wool blanket. The redness of his burned cheek had faded. Behind him, a fire roared.

"This place used to belong to my uncle Jig," Vance said. "He's back at Dragon Forge. He won't mind us pa.s.sing the night."

"How did you..."

Vance shrugged. "I must have pa.s.sed y'all in the darkness. Get inside before you let the heat out. We need to put out the fire before dawn. Don't want the dragons seeing the smoke."

Th.o.r.n.y stumbled into the cabin. He fell before the fireplace, rolling toward it, until he was practically in it. Steam rose from his clothes.

"Don't cook yourself," said Burke, dropping to the floor next to him.

Vance shut the door.

Burke closed his eyes and instantly plunged into sleep.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN:.

WE SHALL ALL BE HEALED.

ANZA PRESSED HER back against a stone dragon atop the roof of the palace. The night sky was full of aerial guard and valkyries. Within the palace a dozen ox-dogs bayed. They were all searching for her. She'd spent most of the day skulking around the palace, trying to establish who'd seen the scroll containing the secret of gunpowder. Tonight, she'd acted. Two dozen sky-dragons were dead in her wake. The only important target she'd missed was Chapelion himself. She hoped he hadn't committed the formula to memory. She'd recovered Bazanel's original scroll and two copies and burned them. back against a stone dragon atop the roof of the palace. The night sky was full of aerial guard and valkyries. Within the palace a dozen ox-dogs bayed. They were all searching for her. She'd spent most of the day skulking around the palace, trying to establish who'd seen the scroll containing the secret of gunpowder. Tonight, she'd acted. Two dozen sky-dragons were dead in her wake. The only important target she'd missed was Chapelion himself. She hoped he hadn't committed the formula to memory. She'd recovered Bazanel's original scroll and two copies and burned them.

Unfortunately, it had proven impossible to execute her plan in complete secrecy. The first bodies had been discovered long before she was finished with her targets. She'd been increasingly on the defensive as news spread through the palace that an a.s.sa.s.sin was present. With the ox-dogs now on her trail, she'd spent the last hour retreating to ever higher ground.

She pressed her cheek against the cold marble scales of the carved sun-dragon she hid beside. The wind whipped around the peaks of the palace. She looked toward the southwest. Somewhere in that direction lay Dragon Forge. She imagined how her father would stand when he heard the news of her death. She could feel the sag of his shoulders.

The wound on her chest throbbed with each heartbeat. It felt as hot now as the night the fire had actually touched it. Not a quarter mile distant was the river where she'd swum with Skitter little more than a week ago. It would feel good to dip back into that water.

The door to the rooftop terrace burst open and an ox-dog emerged, dragging an earth-dragon handler behind it, followed by a squad of nine earth-dragons and a second dog. Anza could handle the guards. The ox-dogs were another matter. Standing six feet tall at the shoulder, ox-dogs had a bite that even sun-dragons envied. Pound for pound, there were few creatures on the planet who matched them for sheer muscle. Like all dogs, they were fiercely protective of their pack, and would fight to the death once combat began. Worst of all, their sense of hearing and smell made them nearly impossible to elude.