Bloodfire Quest by Terry Brooks Page B

after eating, the Ulk Bog beckoned for Redden to walk ahead with him, making a series of quick, demanding gestures that the boy felt compelled to obey. Reluctantly, he moved up to where the other was waiting.
    “You are family to the Ard Rhys, Grianne?” Tesla Dart asked as they walked together.
    “She was my great-grandfather’s sister. But I never knew her.”
    “She died?”
    He hesitated. “She went away before I was born. I guess she must have died.”
    The sharp eyes watched him. “She is friends with my uncle, Weka Dart. He helps her.”
    “The Ard Rhys.” Redden indicated Khyber Elessedil. “She told me this. She said he helped save Grianne when she was trapped here.”
    “A prisoner of Tael Riverine. Very bad. The Straken Lord wanted her to mate with him. He wanted her child for his own. But she escapes with Weka.”
    Redden looked over at him. “I didn’t know that. About her child and the Straken Lord. I only knew she was trapped here and your uncle helped her get out again.”
    Tesla Dart laughed. “Think of it! A child with the Straken Lord! Who would want that? I would not want that. My child will be Ulk Bog–sired.”
    The boy stared for a moment, realizing suddenly he had made a big mistake about Tesla Dart. She was a woman. Or maybe just a girl. But female, not male.
    “You would like a child someday?” he asked, trying to be certain of what he was thinking.
    “I will have many children. My family will be large. Ulk Bogs, like me and Weka. But I will need a mate, and he is not yet come to me.”
    “Um,” Redden mumbled, not sure what to say.
    “We can be friends, you and me. Families are the same. Weka helped Straken Queen, and now I will help you! It is for us as for it was for them. Friends!”
    “Friends,” he repeated.
    Then, from out of nowhere, came that dark look she had given him earlier, the one he couldn’t understand. “But better friends than Weka and the Straken Queen. Real friends, who don’t fail to help when needed. Keep promises we make, stand by our word. Is this right, that we can promise this?”
    She seemed so desperate for him to say yes that he did so, nodding for emphasis. There was no reason not to. There were no promises to be kept, were there?
    “We can promise,” he said.
    “This is good!” Tesla Dart announced with a yelp.
    Then she darted away, quick and wild, skittering ahead on all fours like an animal, laughing as she went, leaving Redden still trying to come to terms with the idea that such an odd, wild creature was female. He trudged along in her wake, wishing he had her stamina, thinking he could feel his strength ebbing even now. How much farther would they have to go, he wondered, before they found some sign of their missing companions?
    It was late in the afternoon when they reached a stretch of deep ravines and high, broken ridges worming their way across miles of stark, empty terrain. A flock of huge scavenger birds circled the skies perhaps two miles farther on.
    Khyber Elessedil called a halt and stood staring at what lay ahead. “Tesla Dart!” she shouted to draw the other back from where she was scampering about.
    The Ulk Bog girl rushed back. “Yes, Straken Queen?”
    “Don’t call me that.” She gestured forward. “You intend for us to go in there?”
    Tesla Dart looked at her questioningly. “You wish to find your missing friends? The ones the Dracha took?”
    “I do. But why would they be in there?”
    “Why? Because that is where the Dracha has its nest. It would go there without thinking about it. It would want to shed parasites it carries. So it would go there.”
    “You know of this particular Dracha?”
    The Ulk Bog shrugged. “This one, yes. Do you want to go on or not?”
    The Ard Rhys considered. “How far ahead is this nest?”
    “Not far. Maybe two miles.”
    Right where the birds were circling, Redden thought. And then he wondered suddenly how Tesla Dart knew which dragon it was that had taken Oriantha and