How to Drive a Dragon Crazy
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Izzy looked at Macsen. “Wait here,” she told him. She didn’t try to bring the dog with her because she knew she’d have Éibhear with her inside and Macsen would warn her of any problems that came from the outside.
The dog sat, tongue hanging out, already starting to drool. She stopped long enough to give him some water from her canteen, then went inside behind the captain.
Izzy had barely gotten a few feet when she realized that she was in a home.
“The Nolwenns are here?” she asked.
“I can’t get you in to the Nolwenns. They have no interest in seeing me.”
“Then what are we doing here?”
The captain didn’t answer; she just kept walking through the house. It was a lovely place. Lots of white linen and comfortable furniture. And even though it was hot out on the streets, it was cool inside.
After several minutes, they made it to the back of the home and into an open area with grass and a covering over the top made of more white linen and large, leafy trees. This outside area was filled with women, men, and children. The older women and men, plus the younger children, were dressed in loose-fitting clothing that covered and protected them from the sun. But the older teens and the adults wore the same light armor that the captain wore.
“Mum’s home!” one of the children called out and several of them ran over to hug her.
Another strong-looking, older female in armor stepped forward. “Who’ve you brought with you, Layla?”
The captain took off her helm. “This is General Iseabail from Dark Plains. One of Queen Annwyl’s generals.”
Suddenly looking very concerned, the older woman demanded, “Why is she here?”
“I thought you should meet properly. General Iseabail, this is my mother, General Maskini. She is commander of the city’s army.”
Izzy frowned, her gaze moving off.
“What is it?” Éibhear whispered.
“Feel like I’ve heard that name before.”
“And Mum,” Captain Layla continued, “this is Iseabail, Daughter of Talaith. Who is Daughter of Haldane.”
Everything in that small area seemed to stop, all eyes focusing on Izzy. Part of her wanted to back up, but as a soldier of the Blood Queen’s army, she would never yield. So Izzy stood her ground and asked, “Is my mother your enemy?”
General Maskini walked up to Izzy, stared at her for several long moments, until, finally, she burst into tears.
The general’s sobs were so great, she stumbled and Éibhear immediately caught her in his arms. He took her to a chair and lowered her into it.
An elderly woman made her way through the staring people in the backyard. Éibhear noticed that she had the same eyes as many of the others. The same as Izzy’s eyes. Talaith had always said that Izzy had her father’s eyes. Light brown and intense . . . just like her.
The elderly woman clutched her hands together. “Your name is . . .” She cleared her throat, tried again. “Your name is Iseabail?”
“Aye. My kin call me Izzy.”
“Your kin?”
“My family.”
“A family of your blood?”
“No. My mother . . .” She struggled for the right word. “She married my father. I was adopted by his family.” She pointed at Éibhear. “That’s my uncle.”
And Éibhear tried not to panic when all those male eyes focused on him with clear hostility. He hadn’t even touched Izzy. Hadn’t done anything to suggest . . . and yet they knew, didn’t they? Males always knew.
“So you never met your birth father?”
“No.” Izzy began to wipe her hands on her leggings. One of the signs that she was nervous. Éibhear hadn’t seen her do that in ages. Not since her mother had confronted her about Rhydderch Hael and the brand he’d burned into her arm. “My mother said he died before I was born.”
“Do you know his name?”
Izzy closed her eyes and repeated what her mother had most likely told her a very long time ago, “Sethos, son of . . . son of . . .” She cleared her throat. “Son of Maskini.”
The elderly woman reached out and took Izzy’s hands in her own. “And grandson of Zarah. Most beloved grandson, my dearest Iseabail. Most beloved.”
Izzy gazed at the woman holding her hands. But suddenly, abruptly, she pulled away. “I’m . . . I’m sorry. I just . . . I just can’t.”
Shocked, Éibhear watched her as she fled back inside the house.
“Izzy!” He got up to go after her, but Zarah stopped him, her hand resting against his forearm.
“Give her a minute. I know this can’t be easy for her.”
The woman had absolutely no idea.
Izzy ran through the house, but it was large and long and before she knew it, she had no idea how to get out again. Desperate, she realized that at the very least, she wanted a quiet space to get control of herself.
She went down a hallway but saw two of the soldiers who’d escorted her and Éibhear here.
Unwilling to let any soldiers see her like this, Izzy went through the first door she found and quickly closed it, both hands pressing into the wood, her body leaning forward. And that’s when the tears came. She tried to stop them, but she simply couldn’t. Even worse, she chanted what she’d chanted the first time she was caught in a burning building during a battle and couldn’t find her way out, “Mum . . . gods, Mum . . .”
The dog sat, tongue hanging out, already starting to drool. She stopped long enough to give him some water from her canteen, then went inside behind the captain.
Izzy had barely gotten a few feet when she realized that she was in a home.
“The Nolwenns are here?” she asked.
“I can’t get you in to the Nolwenns. They have no interest in seeing me.”
“Then what are we doing here?”
The captain didn’t answer; she just kept walking through the house. It was a lovely place. Lots of white linen and comfortable furniture. And even though it was hot out on the streets, it was cool inside.
After several minutes, they made it to the back of the home and into an open area with grass and a covering over the top made of more white linen and large, leafy trees. This outside area was filled with women, men, and children. The older women and men, plus the younger children, were dressed in loose-fitting clothing that covered and protected them from the sun. But the older teens and the adults wore the same light armor that the captain wore.
“Mum’s home!” one of the children called out and several of them ran over to hug her.
Another strong-looking, older female in armor stepped forward. “Who’ve you brought with you, Layla?”
The captain took off her helm. “This is General Iseabail from Dark Plains. One of Queen Annwyl’s generals.”
Suddenly looking very concerned, the older woman demanded, “Why is she here?”
“I thought you should meet properly. General Iseabail, this is my mother, General Maskini. She is commander of the city’s army.”
Izzy frowned, her gaze moving off.
“What is it?” Éibhear whispered.
“Feel like I’ve heard that name before.”
“And Mum,” Captain Layla continued, “this is Iseabail, Daughter of Talaith. Who is Daughter of Haldane.”
Everything in that small area seemed to stop, all eyes focusing on Izzy. Part of her wanted to back up, but as a soldier of the Blood Queen’s army, she would never yield. So Izzy stood her ground and asked, “Is my mother your enemy?”
General Maskini walked up to Izzy, stared at her for several long moments, until, finally, she burst into tears.
The general’s sobs were so great, she stumbled and Éibhear immediately caught her in his arms. He took her to a chair and lowered her into it.
An elderly woman made her way through the staring people in the backyard. Éibhear noticed that she had the same eyes as many of the others. The same as Izzy’s eyes. Talaith had always said that Izzy had her father’s eyes. Light brown and intense . . . just like her.
The elderly woman clutched her hands together. “Your name is . . .” She cleared her throat, tried again. “Your name is Iseabail?”
“Aye. My kin call me Izzy.”
“Your kin?”
“My family.”
“A family of your blood?”
“No. My mother . . .” She struggled for the right word. “She married my father. I was adopted by his family.” She pointed at Éibhear. “That’s my uncle.”
And Éibhear tried not to panic when all those male eyes focused on him with clear hostility. He hadn’t even touched Izzy. Hadn’t done anything to suggest . . . and yet they knew, didn’t they? Males always knew.
“So you never met your birth father?”
“No.” Izzy began to wipe her hands on her leggings. One of the signs that she was nervous. Éibhear hadn’t seen her do that in ages. Not since her mother had confronted her about Rhydderch Hael and the brand he’d burned into her arm. “My mother said he died before I was born.”
“Do you know his name?”
Izzy closed her eyes and repeated what her mother had most likely told her a very long time ago, “Sethos, son of . . . son of . . .” She cleared her throat. “Son of Maskini.”
The elderly woman reached out and took Izzy’s hands in her own. “And grandson of Zarah. Most beloved grandson, my dearest Iseabail. Most beloved.”
Izzy gazed at the woman holding her hands. But suddenly, abruptly, she pulled away. “I’m . . . I’m sorry. I just . . . I just can’t.”
Shocked, Éibhear watched her as she fled back inside the house.
“Izzy!” He got up to go after her, but Zarah stopped him, her hand resting against his forearm.
“Give her a minute. I know this can’t be easy for her.”
The woman had absolutely no idea.
Izzy ran through the house, but it was large and long and before she knew it, she had no idea how to get out again. Desperate, she realized that at the very least, she wanted a quiet space to get control of herself.
She went down a hallway but saw two of the soldiers who’d escorted her and Éibhear here.
Unwilling to let any soldiers see her like this, Izzy went through the first door she found and quickly closed it, both hands pressing into the wood, her body leaning forward. And that’s when the tears came. She tried to stop them, but she simply couldn’t. Even worse, she chanted what she’d chanted the first time she was caught in a burning building during a battle and couldn’t find her way out, “Mum . . . gods, Mum . . .”
