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Translator Natalia Lilienthal

ISBN 978-5-0064-6859-7

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Letters of fire

A letter from a secret admirer to Queen Rosamunda

«I breathe fire. One line in this letter is inscribed with my breath. Be careful not to burn yourself on it. I treasure your lovely fingers, though this time they are not cut from the hands of an artist, and your present body is not as beautiful as a succession of previous ones.

Will you say that I’m crazy and that you don’t know what I’m writing about? Think about it, do madmen come out with fiery lines in their letters?

I burned down a whole town for you today. I just breathed on it as I flew over it. Towers and spires and roofs went up like matchboxes. Orange fire snaked across the rooftops and consumed the whole city. This fire is my breath. So watch out for me! Someday I’ll remember all betrayals!

You lock yourself in the palace and think I can’t get to you, but you are sorely mistaken. There is no crevice that my breath cannot penetrate. For it is fire. And I am the fire!

You should not have taunted me for centuries, or our confrontation would not have lasted to this day. You’re responsible for more than one city I’ve burned. You drove me to it! I’ve been able to keep my fire under control myself. When you read this, don’t look innocent and blame fate for sending you a suitor like me. You’re the one who started driving me crazy. You are forgetting that I’m a dragon. Now blame yourself! Someday the whole world will burst into flames with my breath, and you’ll be the only one to blame. But I also have fond memories of you. You have many bodies, you have many faces, you have many names, but you are one to me. No matter how you hide from me, no matter what form you take, I can still smell you even behind stone walls. Because of you, I am rampant, tearing travelers alive and demanding tribute from the surrounding kingdoms. One day it will be your turn. Until then, I hope you have nightmares of dragon claws tearing your tender flesh. You deserve it. It’s foolish to hope you’ll have a conscience about the fire monster you’ve worn down with your beauty and scandalous temper. But I still feel like I’ll forgive you for everything if you ever come to your senses.

In the meantime, I’ll fly to scorch new towns, villages and even flotillas on the high seas. I need to let the anger and the fire out. If you don’t love me, I have no one to pity. Next time the ambassadors bring you news of my atrocities, think hard about the fact that you’re the cause of it all. If you hadn’t hardened the beast, he wouldn’t have been so vicious. By the time you read this, I will be flying in the sky, and the world below will be lying before me like the palm of my hand. So defenseless! It asks for my fire. And I will shower it with fire. I do it in name of love and of hate.

With eternal devotion to you,

Your dragon.»

The last line was written with fire. The letter burst into flames right in her hands as she finished it. Rosamunda was amazed as she was the first time. The letter was no longer the first time. But she hoped each time that the flaming orange line at the bottom would turn out to be just innocent magic. The line glowed and wriggled under her fingers like a fiery snake, burning slightly, hissing, multiplying and crawling between all the lines. As soon as she read the letter to the end, the flames spread to the whole text. The paper was burning. Why didn’t it burn at the very beginning, if the fire had actually been applied to the letter? Doesn’t the dragon’s breath make everything burn instantly? Is that magic? Rosamunda knew magic intimately, but she did not know it.

The letter burned once again. And who delivered it? Rosamunda had found these letters in the most unexpected places. And there’s no way of proving they were there. Only the ashes remain.

It’s a threat! Someone is pretending to be a dragon to get something from the Queen.

He is in her inner circle. He knows she writes poetry and they keep it from her subjects. A poet queen is no good. She should be in politics. But politics is boring. The letter plays up this problem as well. The author hints that all tragedies are caused by her inattention. True, the hints are in the form of allegories. So what! It’s still understandable. Someone, who is close by, is watching her and judging her. That someone must be at court.

We need to check everyone. Find out who’s delivering the letters.

Where do they even come from? It’s like they come from a void in a closed room when no one’s around. For example, when Rosamunda entered her chambers, the place was empty, but when she looked around, there was a letter on the table, and the fiery line in it had a rich orange color.

It would hardly occur to any of the courtiers to play with fire. It would be the same as setting up a fire right on the carpet in her bedroom. It is too risky. A prank like that could set the whole place ablaze. That kind of fire play can only come from someone who’s in control of the fire. The letter’s already burned, but the line «you have many bodies and many faces» came to mind. Is that an allegory, too? Is it a metaphor? She herself was strong in poetic expressions, but this was more like a riddle. What could the lines possibly mean? Many bodies and many faces! Does one have such a thing? There’s only one body. Even werewolves only have one, they just change when they transform.

And what does it mean, «You have many names»? Her name is Rosamunda. There’s only one name! And it is one title. She is Queen Rosamunda of the Dolian family. And she is currently the sole ruler of the thriving kingdom of Dauran.

«Your Majesty!» The worried young page ran in without knocking and immediately blushed with embarrassment, remembering that he had violated court etiquette. But the situation must have been extreme, and that’s what pushed him to do it. He was out of breath and even scared.

«What’s wrong? Did a dragon chase you too?» Rosamunda joked to cheer the boy up, but he was even more frightened by her joke. He even shuddered.

«Oh, you already know!» The page stared at her with such admiration and fear as if the queen had become clairvoyant. Just a little more and he put her palm up to predict his own fate. Rosamunda could hardly keep from scolding him.

«Know about what?»

«There are fires!» The page was again greatly embarrassed. «There are grand fires!»

«Is it in the alchemists’ lab again? I shouldn’t have let them experiment here.»

«No, it’s in the northern provinces.»

«What do you say?» Rosamunda shuddered this time. How much it resembled the text from the letter.

«By the way, you are expected in the council chamber to discuss the situation. I was told to tell you that it is urgent. And your presence is required, Your Majesty.»

The page stuttered and blushed. He had already made many blunders, but Rosamunda paid no attention.

«Tell them I’ll be there soon,» she waved her hand in glittering ringlets only to send the annoying page away. It was a good thing he hadn’t noticed that her fingertips were burned. People usually look at the jewelry rings, not the fingers themselves. It is unlikely that the page who left was an exception and will now gossip that the queen was burned just as her northern lands burned. There must be no gossip. No one should suspect her secret fascination with the basics of magic.

She didn’t want to attend the council, but she would have to. After all, she is the queen. Even if no one is interested in her opinion, according to etiquette she should sit at the head of the table. What’s a council without a queen? And what kind of queen is a queen who doubts her own abilities?

Rosamunda looked at the ashes on the carpet. The sight of it somehow made her fearful.

How to slay a dragon

«It must be a nomadic raid!»

«Or maybe they are warriors from Fallot. There’s a warlike and ambitious queen there.»

«And I hear she’s the one who gets attacked a lot. More likely it’s the king of Sultanit. They say he thinks he’s an all-powerful warrior-sorcerer.»

«Most likely, those tribes that make fires and rock inscriptions are savages from the caves.»

The councilors argued among themselves, and Rosamunda yawned. Only one of them spoke up to the letter she had received.

«And I think it’s a dragon raid.»

Rosamunda looked at the old minister with great interest.

«Why do you think so?»

«Only a dragon can burn down large villages and towns with a single breath. An entire army would not be able to do it so quickly. It would take them at least a day. But here, it all burned down in seconds. There weren’t even any witnesses, except for those who saw the ashes and the toxic smoke billowing above them.»

«If there were no witnesses to the fire, how do we know there was a fire?» Rosamunda misunderstood.

«The poisonous fumes remain only where the area is scorched by dragon fire,» the same old minister patiently explained to her. «The witnesses who inhaled the smoke died of poisoning. And their corpses look strange. The dead bodies are covered in a gray rash, like magical writing.»

«I don’t believe in magic,» Rosamunda hastened to object, remembering that the queen of Fallot had been repeatedly mobbed for being a sorceress.

«But the dragon believes.»

«Show me one living dragon!» Rosamunda had hoped that such a demand would make everyone laugh and lighten the mood. But the old minister’s statement seemed weighty to those around her. A tense silence hung over the council chamber.

«You are young, your majesty…»

Here we go again! Rosamunda felt like slamming her fist on the table so that everyone in the room would go deaf. It’s a pity she’s not a man, a knight in a gauntlet. He’d clean up the mess with a single shout. She could only snap her fingers against the tabletop with all the anger she had built up, and suddenly the tabletop cracked from her light knock. And the table was solid marble! Was she imagining it? But everyone around her saw it too. Suddenly the ministers fell silent. Judging by the expression on their faces, it was not for the first time that they had to observe such miracles on the part of their queen. She did not remember having done such a thing before.

Rosamunda stared at the deep cracks that littered the table. It was going to crumble. The ministers who had been arguing recently were already looking for a place to escape, and the queen was pondering nervously. Where did her graceful hand suddenly have so much strength, and why were the advisors not surprised at what she had done?

«I’m sorry,» one of them mumbled guiltily, then another, and now it was a chorus of apologetic voices.

Are they afraid of her?! It was a surprise to Rosamunda. What could she do to frighten them so? She is not a knight, not a warrior, not a sorceress. But it was hard to be sure of the latter, seeing the work of her hands. Couldn’t a sorceress shatter a large block of marble with a single touch?

It was a pity about the magnificent table. It was an ancient relic of the entire Dolian family that had ruled in Dauran for centuries. A border of ornate symbols stretched along the edges. They meant something, according to the legends. But she couldn’t remember what. Someone, a royal jester it seemed, claimed that the table had been brought back from a military campaign by her ancestor on the shoulders of a captured giant, that it had supposedly been taken from the cave of some ancient serpent goddess, and that the symbols had been engraved on it by industrious Zwergs. Rosamunda did not believe in all these fables. Legends always arise out of bluster and lies to glorify some kings and conquerors. Besides, jesters are not to be trusted. And her jester played often with fire and autumn leaves. He behaved very foolishly and suspiciously. Yes, and about her the troubadours wrote long ballads that were mostly fiction. If she was beautiful, it didn’t mean she had the magic to command the elements. Troubadours make things up to be thanked.

They didn’t make up the table breaking. Well, he’s not such a loss. Rosamunda stood up, pulling back the brocade hem with the ermine trim, and suddenly found that the floor beneath her train was cracked too. They curled under her feet like snakes. Not as deep as in the table, but they could make the whole castle collapse. That’s why the counselors were so scared.

«I don’t feel well today,» Rosamunda felt the ermine’s fur came to life on her collar. The counselors obviously felt the same way, so they backed away.

«Anyone would feel bad when a tenth of his state burned down,» the youngest of the counselors supported the queen. He had just arrived here in place of his father, who had died hunting some strange creature. «You are understandable, my queen. But it’s no trouble. Nine-tenths survived.»

«What is about the poisonous smoke? What if it seeps into the areas untouched by the fires and we all suffocate from it?» An old minister said. «We could all die that way.»

«First of all, I suggest that we eliminate the cause of all this, and then we can think about how to pay for the damage,» Rosamunda said. She was surprised at how attentively she was being listened to. She had often been interrupted before. She even began to pant with the realization of her own weight. Her words were suddenly more important to the council than all other people’s assumptions! And all because the floor beneath her feet is cracking like an earthquake, and the columns are tilting dangerously.

«Let’s say the dragon did attack us. Then think of a way to drive it away. Consult the alchemists, the astrologers. Why do we keep them in the castle? They must know how to deal with this. And if they don’t, legends say that in the old days, knights defeated dragons. And there are plenty of knights here.»

«But your majesty,» the oldest and wisest minister took the liberty of speaking up. «A dragon is not a crow. A scarecrow is not enough to drive it away. I remember we were all very encouraged by your suggestion last year to put up an enchanted net against locusts that were destroying crops in the fields. It doesn’t matter how many maidens died weaving the net. The important thing is that we got rid of the locusts. You probably know some way to kill the dragon, too. It could sleep with your marvelous songs or poems.»

Rosamunda frowned. She didn’t remember anything about any kind of locust net, much less an enchanted one. But she would not make a complete fool of herself and ask the ministers about last year’s events.

«I must think before I give you all an answer,» she said. «In the meantime, gather the militia. If there is a strong enemy, it is worth marshaling troops against him.»

Dangerous advice

Rosamunda lifted the hem of her ermine-trimmed dress and walked past the thoughtful councilors.

There were indeed cracks in the columns around the council chamber. And there was a funny-looking animal, like a miniature dragon, crawling on top of one of the columns. It must have been brought back by her warlord from his distant campaigns.

It was bright green, like a sparkling emerald. Its claws deftly clung to the cracks in the column, sliding down. Its amber eyes glittered slyly. There were three of them at once, not two. The thorns on the head were growing, forming something like a crown.

What a marvel! You wouldn’t even see such a thing in the royal menagerie. It wasn’t a lizard or a dragon, but something in between.

«Whose are you? And where did you come from?»

Rosamunda reached out her hand to the marvelous animal. She wanted to touch its patterned wings, but she couldn’t. The dragon crawled away into a deep crevice in the column, as if after a great earthquake. Just watch, the whole castle will fall apart! There are probably really strong earthquakes in the country.

«What if you’re the cause?» The annoying voice of reason whispered.

Nonsense! She can’t be the cause of natural disasters. She’s not a witch! It is likely that somewhere in the kingdom a huge volcano has awakened and is bubbling with lava, which from afar can be mistaken for an angry dragon. Even if the whole kingdom is gone, the queen, who has never witched in her life, has nothing to do with it. So why is her conscience whispering to her that she caused all the disasters? How can that be?

The condemning looks of the ministers say the same thing. Can Rosamunda really hear their thoughts as others hear words? Or does she think she can? There’s a reason she has a bad memory. There must be something wrong with her head. She could have been badly traumatized if she had accompanied armies to war in the past. The problem was that Rosamunda really couldn’t remember much about herself. It is except for the recent past. The most vivid of memories were the most fantastic – letters written by fire. Could they be nothing but dreams? But the ashes on the carpet in her chambers were definitely real. True, it could have come there by some more ordinary method. It could be a fireplace that hadn’t been cleaned in a long time. Or a maid could have scattered the debris she’d cleaned out of the fireplace mantel and then not cleaned it up.

Rosamunda looked back at the council chamber. None of the ministers dared follow her. It was as if they had all conspired. So be it! She was more interested in spending her leisure hours in the company of the unusual dragon-like beast that had slipped through the gap.

«I wonder whose it is?» She thought aloud. «Could it be the pet of Warlord Aran?»

The empty hall would not answer her, of course. But there was a voice nearby.

«It could be yours, if you wished it sincerely. But you are shy and modest, fearing that you cannot afford such a wonderful toy. And yet you are the richest queen in the world. Why be shy?»

The voice came from below, as if from a deep pit. But there’s no such thing as a pit in a great hall. Was there a gap in the floor? Rosamunda looked at her feet and gasped in surprise. A creature that looked like a small troll or dwarf, but dressed like a court dandy, was standing in front of her. It barely reached her knee. Skinny clawed hands, like a harpy’s, were the largest organ of its body. They greedily reached for Rosamunda’s hem, groped the ermine and inhaled the exquisite perfume with pleasure.

«Who are you?» The queen was stunned.

«What would you call me?»

Any windy court lady would have laughed at such a question. He’s not a newborn baby to be named after all. But Rosamunda thought hard.

«Dandy,» she finally thought of it, stopping her gaze on the smart green-red velvet he was wearing. It was the most dignified thing she could think of in connection with him. Not to call him a scarecrow in a caftan.

«It is not bad,» the monster praised. «It sounds like a court position.»

Rosamunda still could not believe that the fairy animal was speaking to her in human language.

«Do you want a position at court?» She stammered. Wasn’t he planning to become the overseer of the menagerie?

«I could be your best advisor,» he said, his horned head held high.

«What do you mean?» The queen backed away, but claws clung to her ermine hem.

«Just think, all your ministers are as stupid as corks. What was the last good advice they gave you? Nothing! I could give you a lot of good advice.»

«But if I try to get you on the King’s Council, it’ll be difficult, given your unusual appearance.»

«We’d be in the public eye,» Dandy squinted at Rosamunda. He had to hold his head up high to see her face. «What beautiful earrings you have! With rubies! I would have them for myself as a token of your favor and in payment for my services.»

Rosamunda frowned.

«Well, it is all right,» conceded Dandy. «I was joking.»

«I don’t think my counselors will accept you into their circle.»

They’ll probably throw a sack over him after the first council, with the intention of drowning him in the sea and thus getting rid of all his advice. As it is, there is often great competition between ministers, fierce disputes are carried on, and treacherous intrigues are plotted. With a female queen, the cronies vie for power. And here comes some dwarf-sized scarecrow to assert his rights.

Rosamunda herself would never offend anyone, especially funny animals of any kind, even fairy-tale ones. But here were her ministers who were sometimes cruel to petitioners and even to each other. Maybe that’s why things weren’t going too well in the kingdom.

«You can’t do without my advice,» Dandy insisted.

Why not? She has a whole company of adult and experienced advisers, so what good is a dwarf?

«I’m the only one who can climb into every hole in the world and find out exactly what danger awaits you. I can climb into the council of your enemies who are planning to make war on you and find out all their plans. No one would even notice me.»

«Then you should be a spy, not a counselor.»

«It is reasonable, but not quite,» Dandy began to groom her like a cavalier in love, stroking the ermine on her dress with his claws. «You are beautiful, but quite naive. I’m creepy, you don’t have to hold up a mirror to me, I know I’m no match for you. But you can’t do it without my cunning. And here’s my first piece of advice: you want to know if a real dragon is really attacking your domain, so go and check for yourself. Don’t listen to anyone else! They can all lie. Take a carriage and I’ll be your coachman, so that none of your servants will say anything to anyone. We’ll ride together to the mountains where the dragon is rumored to nest. And you can see for yourself if it’s true or fairy tale.»

Sounds like a good idea! Rosamunda thought for a moment. Maybe she should pay attention to what he said.

«I’d rather send my warlord.»

«How do you know you can trust him? What if he wants to usurp power? Then he’ll only tell you what’s good for him. Either he’ll make up a pack of dragons that doesn’t exist to scare you, or he’ll claim he hasn’t found any to put you off your guard.»

«Is everyone that deceitful?»

«People want power,» Dandy said admonishingly. «And only you should have power. To keep it in your hands, you have to sniff it out yourself. Otherwise you will be given in marriage to some old man or your bully warlord by force. If you want to remain sole queen, you’ll not only have to see the dragon, but even tame it.»

«But how is it?» Rosamunda felt sick at the thought of dragon fire.

«How do you do this?» Dandy pointed with his claw at the cracks in the floor and columns. They weren’t here yesterday. And today she’s angry and they’re here.

«It’s the earthquake, not me.»

«Earthquakes are always caused by someone. Trust me, I know from experience. If it’s not you, there’s a powerful sorcerer living in the cellars of your castle. Or he could hide among your courtiers.»

«Don’t scare me like that!»

«A queen should not be frightened of anything,» Dandy shook his index claw instructively. «Especially it is a dragon that could serve you profitably.»

«What fairy tales!»

«I knew a queen who tamed a dragon. True, they had so many scandals that everything went up in flames. But when the dragon got drunk, he served her like a faithful dog.»

«What are you talking about?» Rosamunda exclaimed judgmentally, but Dandy didn’t seem to hear her.

«By the way, the dragon was gold, and the queen was greedy, but she knew perfectly well that it was not worth skinning it for the treasury, when in a live form it could get more profit for her than the precious scales alone were worth.»

«Surely you were her advisor,» Rosamunda quipped.

«Alas, I was not. Unlike you, she was cunning without me. She managed to wrest that dragon from an entire royal clan from an enemy power. She didn’t hesitate to poach him. What a clever little beast!»

«Where does that queen live?»

«It is in Fallot.»

«That’s not that far. We could send her a message and see if you can verify what you say.

«Don’t! She won’t answer you honestly anyway. Her Majesty, the red-haired Queen Seraphina has always been devilishly cunning.»

«Does the dragon still serve her?»

«Not anymore! Now is your chance to lure him into her service. It won’t be difficult with your outward abilities.»

«You speak of the dragon as if he were a young man.»

Dandy laughed softly. An unpleasant rumbling echo traveled through the hall, flying into every crevice. Rosamunda looked around cautiously. Had any of the counselors heard the laughter? Or else they would think that it was the devil himself laughing, and she, the queen, who had called him, and who should be declared a witch and sent to the stake.

«Listen! Only a witch can control a dragon, right?»

«I thought of it myself!» Dandy grinned slyly.

«Well, I’m not a witch! Then I shouldn’t even look at it. It’s too dangerous.»

She wanted to run away, but the insolent clawed counselor clutched at her hem. He’s so intrusive! He can’t be moved by force! He looks small, but he’s as strong as a giant.

«Stop it! You must go to the mountains and see if the dragon is real. If you don’t check it yourself, everyone will fool you with fairy tales.»

«But you said yourself he’s not fictional.»

«It is not in Fallot! But in the mountains of your kingdom, who knows? I haven’t climbed there and I haven’t checked. I leave that privilege to the ruler of the land, which is you.»

This could be some kind of trap! He’s been luring her into the mountains with too much persistence. On the other hand, what does she have to lose by sneaking up there? And if her hunch is correct, and her anger can make the earth shake and crack, sucking in an entire enemy army, then she has nothing to fear from the conspirators or even the dragon.

«It is all right, you got it!»

Dandy scraped the already cracked marble floor with the claws of his lower paws in joy.

«I’ll go steal a carriage!»

«It’s easier to just borrow one from the stables.»

«No, then everyone will know who’s riding it. And we need to maintain our incognito. I’d rather they think the carriage was stolen.»

«But then we’ll be chased by the guards.»

«With your skills, it wouldn’t be hard for them to fall into the first ravine that cracks in the road.»

«Why should I go to such lengths for a dragon?»

«It is for you first and foremost! You need a fire-breathing protector or you’ll die.»

It was a fire-breathing problem! But Rosamunda remained silent. It would be useless to argue with Dandy, and if she called the guards, he would dash into the first crevice and disappear there, and then appear in her bedroom at night like a bogeyman from a nightmare. It’s better to make a deal with him.

«It’s really interesting to find out if dragons exist.»

«I’m curious, too,» Dandy admitted. «I’ve never seen one up close. Besides, if our plan succeeds, you’ll make me chief minister.»

«I didn’t promise that!»

«If you ride the dragon, you’ll probably want to thank me.»

«I’m a little scared.»

«Don’t be. You’re the ruler of an entire country, not a pussycat. It is for the good of your people, you must always be prepared to sacrifice yourself to dragons and burn alive.»

«That’s not in the king’s oath!»

«But just in case, say it to the people and you will be loved and respected. And when the time comes to burn in the dragon’s flames, you can either be scared and run away, or conspire with the dragon.»

Dandy proved to be a shrewd politician. And what misfortune would come of consorting with him? But she really wanted to see a real dragon from afar. Besides, a trip to the mountains costs nothing. It’s only half a day’s journey. No one at the castle would notice her absence. After all, the queen is unsociable. And when she comes to the council, disasters happen. So it’s best for everyone to assume she never leaves her chambers.