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Here There Be Dragonnes

Mary Brown

This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this

book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is

purely coincidental.

thereof in any form.

A Baen Books Original Omnibus

Baen Publishing Enterprises

P.O. Box 1403

Riverdale, NY 10471

www.baen.com

ISBN: 0-7434-3596-6

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Here There Be Dragonnes

Cover art by Carol Heyer

First omnibus printing, March 2003

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Brown, Mary, 1929–

Here there be dragonnes / by Mary Brown.

p. cm.

Previously published as three separate novels: The unlikely ones,

Pigs don't

fly, Master of many treasures.

ISBN 0-7434-3596-6 (pbk.)

1. Young women—Fiction. 2. England—Fiction. 3.

Rings—Fiction. I. Title.

PR6052.R6143 H47 2003

823'.914—dc21

2002038397

Distributed by Simon & Schuster

1230 Avenue of the Americas

New York, NY 10020

Produced by Windhaven Press, Auburn, NH

Printed in the United States of America

Here There Be Happy Readers

"What a splendid, unusual and intriguing fantasy quest! You've got a

winner here." —Anne McCaffrey

"I think The Unlikely Ones is going to be a new classic for generations

of young people to fall in love with. I already have."

—Marion Zimmer Bradley

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"Beautiful . . . compelling; I got caught reading [Pigs Don't Fly] late at

night, and lost sleep, because it did what fiction seldom does: held my

attention beyond sleep." —Piers Anthony

"Summer is a fully realized character . . . and there are generous dollops

of humor to balance the tenser moments." —Starlog

"Delightful!" —Kliatt

"A captivating fantasy, with a lovable cast of characters." —VOYA

* * *

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Best known for her popular quest fantasies, Mary Brown also wrote the historical

romances Playing the Jack and The Heart has Its Reasons, the post-apocalyptic

fantasy novel Strange Deliverance, and a fourth Unicorn Ring novel, Dragonne's

Eg. Several of her fantasy novels were selected by the American Library

Association for their Best Books for Young Adults list, by the New York Public

Library for their annual list of Books for the Teen Age, and by the Young Adult

Library Services Association for their Best Books for Young Adults list. Before

becoming a full-time writer, she had been an artist's model, actress, caterer, and

store clerk. She wrote her novels in a home located high in the scenic mountains

of Spain, which she shared with her husband, cats, tortoises, and assorted fish and

pigeons. Her death in 1999 was a loss to the many readers of her quirky and

fascinating brand of fantasy.

BAEN BOOKS by MARY BROWN

Strange Deliverance

Here There Be Dragonnes (omnibus)

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Here There Be Dragonnes

The Unlikely Ones

Pigs Don't Fly

Master of Many Treasures

Dragonne's Eg

The Unlikely Ones

To the then of "C" and "Ly," my father and my mother and the now

of Christopher, their great-grandson.

Acknowledgements

My thanks as usual to:

My husband, Peter;

My editor, Paul Sidey;

My typist, Anne Pitt.

Especial thanks to the author

A. C. H. (Anthony) Smith,

Without whose encouragement this book

would not have been written, and

Finally, last but not least,

Love and thanks to "Wellington,"

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Once again my companion and also this time

Invaluable referee on the peculiarities of

animal behaviour . . .

The Beginning

The Thief in the Night

The cave itself was cosy enough as caves go: sandy floor, reasonably draught-

proof, convenient ledges for storing treasure, a rain/dew pond just outside, a

southerly aspect and an excellent landing strip adjacent, but the occupant was

definitely not at his best and the central heating in his belly not functioning as it

should. Granted he must have been all of two hundred and fifty years old but that

was merely a youngling in dragon-years, measuring as he did a man-and-a-half

(Western Hominid Standard) excluding tail, and at his age he should have been

flowing with fiery, red health.

He was not. He was blue, and that was not good. Dragons may be red, scarlet,

crimson, vermilion, rose-madder at a pinch, purple, gold, silver, orange, yellow,

even certain shades of green—but not blue.

He lay in a muddled heap on the cave floor, not even bothering to arrange his tail

into one of the regulation turns, hitches or knots, listlessly turning over and over

the pile of pebbles that heaped the space before him. The dull, bluish-purple glow

that emanated from his scales illuminated only dimly the confines of the cave but

made mock-amethysts and sham-sapphires of the grey and white stones he sorted:

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a semiprecious illusion. Nothing could transform them into a ruby from a sacred

temple of Ind, an emerald from the rainforests of Amazonia; a diamond from the

Great Desert, a sapphire from the Southern Seas or a great, glowing pearl from the

oyster-mouth of the grey Northern River. And that was the trouble: they were

pebbles, nothing more, the insulting substitute left by The Thief . . .

For the three thousand two hundred and fifty-fifth time or so he went over in his

mind that dreadful day, some seven years ago, when he had sallied forth all

unsuspecting for the Year's-Turn Feast. Over the few years previously spent gold-

and-silver-gathering in this retrospectively accursed, damp, boggy, sunless island,

he had made the cave his principal headquarters and had twice-yearly, shortest day

and longest, received his tribute of roast mutton, pork or beef from the village

below (after he had explained that raw maidens were not in his line). He had good-

humouredly tolerated the current yokel dragon-slayer brandishing home-made

spear, sword or some-such who insisted on defending a symbolic maiden staked

out in front of his feast; he even retreated the regulation ten paces in mock-

submission before insisting on his roast. He had flown forth that day secure in the

knowledge that he need only wait for the better weather of the equinox to return

Home with the assorted extras of gold helm, breastplate, mail, dishes, brooches,

bowl, buckles and coin (there was too much silver to carry) and the glory of the

necessary jewels, and was urged on with a healthy hunger for his last tribute. The

side of beef had, he remembered, been slightly underdone, and he had had to

barbecue it a little himself to bring out that nice charred flavour that added scrunch

to bones and singe to fat. He remembered, too, that he had obligingly restarted the

damp, smoky fire on which his rather unflattering effigy was regularly cremated,

and had even joined in the dancing and jollification that always succeeded his

surrogate demise, and so it had been well after midnight when he had returned to

the cave, replete, sticky and tired, to find—

The end of his world, and a heap of pebbles.

* * *

His quest had been specific: one each of ruby, emerald, diamond, sapphire and

lastly, the pearl. And any incidentals by way of gold or silver, of course. The ruby

had been an easy snatch-and-grab, but the emerald had required travel at the worst

time of year over seas grey and wrinkled as an elephant's hide; the diamond had

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proved troublesome and the sapphire fiendishly difficult, but one expected a

gradation of difficulty in all quests, and he had been well within the hundred-year

limit when the fresh-water oyster had yielded the final treasure, his personal

dragon-pearl beyond price, the largest and most perfect he had ever seen, mistletoe-

moon-coloured and perfectly cylindrical.

And now? And now he remembered as vividly as ever his return to the furtive

sweat-smell of excited theft in the night, an unidentified shadow that left only a

silhouette of the sorcery that had accompanied it. He had roared out into the dark,

his whole body twisting into an agonized coruscation of shining scales whose

thunderous passage through the gaps between the mountain and the hills had left a

rain of split rocks and splintering shale cascading in a black torrent to the valleys

beneath. But there had been no sight, no sound of the thing he sought, only the

taint of a thing that crawled, that flew, that walked, that ran; a shape intangible, a

sniggering darkness that fled faster than he could pursue and left no trail to follow.

And this—this Thief-without-a-name—had stolen his jewels, his quest, his very

life, for he could not return Home without those precious things. The gold was still

there, true, but it was merely incidental: every dragon collected gold as a child

might gather shells from the shore, but the jewels were special. They were the

confirmation of his maturity, the price of his transition from Novice to Master-

Dragon, and without these proofs of his quest, the badges of his success, he was

condemned to die. Oh, not a sudden execution, that perhaps he would have

welcomed: rather an exile's slow withering, an embering and ashing of the once-

bright fires, a shrivelling of scales from calcined bones, a fossil's hardening in the

remorseless silt of the years. And if he attempted to return without his treasure

there would be the turned shoulder, the stifled snigger, the, in itself, mortal loss of

face that would be death in life. And he could not bear that: better to die a suicide

of wasting, cold and hunger on this wretched Black Mountain far from home;

better to suffer the slow pangs of winter and starvation than to return disgraced.

For a moment his tired brain flickered with pictures of his bright egg-brothers and

sisters, a remembrance of sky-soaring flight, of play among the circumscribed

cloudlets of his youth; once again he saw the heaven-turn of pagoda roof, heard

the dissonant tonk of temple bells, felt the yellow sun of the yellow people gild his

scales, tasted fire in his mouth, smelt sandalwood and cedar, and all at once he let

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out such a howl that for the first time in many, many moons the peasants in the

village some two miles below heard him quite clearly; a cry of such piercing

despair that it slunk under their ill-fitting doors like the keening of hound

condemned to out-kennel in the worst of wolf-pelt winters. And those hearing

crossed themselves, touched lucky charms, threw placatory offerings on the smoky

fires, whichever pleased whatever God, gods or Fate to which their superstition

turned. Then they cursed the dragon, near-forgotten in the years of silence, and at

the same time were glad he still lived, for he was their very own living legend.

They wished him gone and they wished him come, wished him dead and wished

him living, all at one and the same time, like all disconcerting, uncomfortable,

prestige-making myths-come-alive that they could neither control nor explain.

But this time the echoes of the dragon's despair went farther than the confines of

the little village beneath the Black Mountain. Something of it travelled, thinner

and more attenuated the farther it went, and eventually reached an ear just waking

from sleep, an ear that had been seeking a diversion such as this. The owner of the

ear thought about it for a moment, weighed the pros and cons, and then bestirred

himself to look for a miracle.

And found it, in the unlikeliest septet imaginable . . .

The Gathering: One

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The Unicorn and the Prince

He was bathing in a rainbow, the rainbow made by the long fall of waters, and the

colours shone in bands of coloured light across the white screen of his hide. Long

mane and tail rippled like silver seaweed in the clear waters and the golden,

spiralled horn flashed and sparkled in the light. Tender pink of belly and gums

assumed a rosy glow, the long white lashes were spiky with water and the cloven

hooves stamped the spray with sheer enjoyment until it splintered into mist. He

was a splendid creature, at the height of his powers, all white, pink and gold

except for the dark, deep, beautiful eyes which held a colour all their own that

none had been able to name, but that reminded some of the sky at night, others of

dark, new-turned earth, a few of the tender greening spring slips of fir and pine.

The falls dropped hissing to foam about his hooves, the sun flickered and shone on

the tumbling waters, a crowd of gnats danced in crazy circles above the ripples, a

dragonfly, iridescent green and purple, darted away to the tall reeds on the left; a

silver fish clooped a lazy arc downstream, not really caring that the mayfly were

out of reach; kingfisher flashed blue to his nest in the bank and an otter drifted by

on its back, paws tucked up on its chest, creamy belly-fur warmed by the sun,

ruddered tail lazily steering. All was right with the world, all was beautiful, all was

high summer and yet, suddenly, like the shadow of a bird across the sun, black and

fleeting, an alien fear touched the unicorn and he knew that something unknown

threatened his world.

Flinging up his head, the droplets scattering like diamonds from his thick, floss-

silk mane, he snuffed the air through flaring nostrils, the long, pointed ears with

their furred inners laid back against the small delicate head. There was no strange

sound or scent, yet still a feeling lingered in the air. As he stepped from the

stream, the waters flowed away from rounded shoulders and back to trickle into

the plumed fetlocks above the bifurcated hooves. A green-white shadow, he

slipped into the forest, bending in and out of the drowse-leafed trees, his hooves

leaving no trace on the soft turf. Then, leaving the deciduous fringes for the quiet

corridors of conifer, he heard it. A thin sound, a catch of music as plainly faery as

himself, that stole like mist through the silent, bare trunks of the trees. Hurrying

now, desperate at what he would find, he brushed heedlessly through the forest

until he came to the clearing where he had left his prince, and the sudden sunlight

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shone upon a scene so unexpected, so bizarre, that he checked back violently on

his haunches, hooves skidding on the grass.

In the middle of the open space between the dark avenues of trees a young man,

no more than nineteen or twenty, was dancing. At first sight this was a beautiful

thing to see: he moved so lightly, so gracefully, his whole being responding

instinctively to the music—

The music? This appeared to come from a harp, played pleasantly by a pretty

young girl seated on a hummock on the opposite side of the glade, but the unicorn

had the eyes of faery and what he saw struck sudden fear to his heart. He saw the

young maiden, assuredly, but she was merely an ephemeral outline, a deceiving

frame for the evil thing that crouched within. A naked witch mouthed there, her

wrinkled, sagging body twisting and turning within the illusionary young body

that covered it like a second skin, her face alight with malice as she watched her

prey dance himself to death. Already, even as the unicorn watched helplessly, the

beautiful face of the prince aged some five years, and the lithe, lissom figure

hesitated as it attempted a twisting leap into the air. But the music quickened,

drove him on and on, and the movements of his dancing body grew more and

more frenzied as his proud countenance tautened and paled.

The unicorn started forward, neighing his distress, and for a moment the music

faltered and the young prince stumbled and slowed, but then the tune grew louder

and more insistent and he danced on, his face now turned imploringly to the great

white animal, his arms extended in entreaty while his body and legs turned and

twisted to the infernal music. The unicorn reached his side by tremendous effort of

will, it seemed, his body for the moment a shield from the witch, and the prince

stopped dancing and laid his trembling hands on the curling mane, whimpering,

"Help me, help me!" The great horned animal turned his head to gaze deeply into

the distressed blue eyes so near his own, at the sweat pouring down the beautiful,

ageing face, at the sweet mouth imploring his aid, felt the slim hand shaking as it

clutched at his mane and the young/old heart racing close to his, and bent his head

to nuzzle the damp tangled-gold curls.

"Trust me," he breathed. "I love you more than life, you know that . . ."

He turned to face the witch. And the birds of the forest fell silent, the small

creatures were still, the wind held its breath and no cloud crossed the sun.

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