Kitabı oku: «Dragon Bride», sayfa 3

Beauty’s claws

The dragon was taking him farther and farther away from the flaming city. Forests, fields, rivers, even entire villages were glimpsed below. And among the usual settlements Clement discerned several fantastical towns with elaborate turrets and the silhouettes of marble fairies on parapets. From above the sculptures seemed alive and moving. The dragon was now descending in flight, now soaring upward as if making zigzags from pursuit and arrows. But there was no chase, no one fired from the towers.

Clement was amazed that the clouds were suddenly close by. He could reach out and touch them, but the dragon held him tightly in its claws and would not let him move.

The mountains loomed up ahead. The dragon would fly over them, but he risked crashing. Was it worth dodging pursuers with swords and spears to be killed by a dragon’s claws?

At the decisive moment, the dragon managed to fly around the mountain ledges. He began to descend in flight. Beyond the mountains stretched a green valley, and beyond was a mottled heath. The dragon suddenly loosened its claws and tossed its prisoner into a lush thicket of purple flowers.

Clement was almost unscathed, save for a few scrapes and a few bruises. The flowers smelled wonderful, and the guards of the Shai were gone, but there was a danger of burning to death. For a dragon had landed nearby and suddenly begun to shrink in size. It felt as if it had been bewitched and forced to change to insignificant size. His uncle was probably wandering around somewhere. Only he could have cast such a spell. He could do nothing to make a mouse the size of a fighting elephant, or make a weed grow into a century-old tree in a few minutes. Clement looked around, but his uncle was nowhere to be found.

The dragon was gone, too. In his place, Raymonda was standing in the middle of the thicket of heather, carelessly shaking off the flowers that had stuck to her dress. It was an idyllic picture! It was except for one «but.» Why were there so many scales on Raymonda’s fingers that hadn’t been there before? And why she has orange claws instead of nails? They look like miniature dragon claws! Clement involuntarily backed away from her, and nearly fell, tripping over a clump of heather.

«So you’re the dragon?!»

He couldn’t get it out of his head. Raymonda was so sweet, so tender, and so scalding! Her hand gripped him and suddenly burned him. The pain was savage!

«Oh, I’m sorry!» Raymonda clearly felt guilty. «I’d forgotten that people can burn themselves. I should have waited until my skin had cooled after the transformation. But I can get you a healing potion. There’s a lovely tree nearby. It can crush you with its roots, but it can cure even a knight’s severe battle wounds.»

«Thank you! But an introduction to a magic tree is unnecessary. I’ve had enough of the dragon.»

Raymonda frowned. «Is that what you call it?»

«It is what it is!» – Clement realized there was no turning back. His feet tangled in a clump of tall heather. Something squeaks and nibbles in the ground beneath the flowers, as if leprechauns have taken up residence there. There’s a belief that if you catch a leprechaun, it will tell you where the pots of gold are buried, but Clement wasn’t busy chasing treasure keepers, who were pouncing on his feet like fleas. He discerned tiny creatures beneath the flowers. Apparently he had stepped into their territory. And they were even more aggressive than pixies.

Raymonda took out her hand mirror and held it to her face.

«It’s a double reflection,» she said aloud. «I didn’t want you to see me looking like this, but I had to. I don’t take threats against me or my friends.»

She was right! There was a regiment of attackers. As it turned out, Raymonda was capable of burning down an entire army single-handed.

The moon and new moon were outlined on the gilt back of her mirror, blended together. It’s the same symbol as the one on her hoop. Only this time it was surrounded by a scattering of stars milled around it like a wreath. It looks very much like the emblem of a midnight sorceress. Until now, Clement had never heard of such wizards being able to turn into dragons.

«So you do it on purpose with your charms?»

«Do what on purpose?» Raymonda wondered.

«You turn into a dragon.»

«If I could do it with my charms…» she sighed dramatically.«It’s not that simple! I’ll let you in on my secrets some day.»

Raymonda looked sadly in the mirror. Or was he upsetting her in some way?

«It’s easier for Chameleon wizards,» she whispered. «They choose their own appearance. But you have to accept the fact that your savior is a dragon.»

«I have,» Clement shook the fragrant heather petals from his collar and sleeves. The heather smelled strange in that field – a mixture of unfamiliar flowers. And Raymonda was not at all what he had thought her to be. What should he call her now? Is it my Lady Dragon? Or is it my Lady Elf?

«Thank you for not leaving me,» he thanked her, though he was, in fact, only in danger because of her.

Sparks flew from her claws, still as bright as dragon scales. One spark burned him. Clement felt like he was on a red-hot frying pan. What if Raymonda turned back into a dragon and spewed a torrent of fire on the heath instead of the city? Then it would burn. She’d have no one else to vent her fury on.

On the one hand it is very romantic, that it was Raymonda who clawed him and carried him away from danger, but on the other hand the alarm bells are ringing in his mind. She is the dragon! And the dragon is her! Clement did not know where to turn from the shattering truth. The beauty turned out to be a monster! The beauty turned out to be a dragon! How can you call a sparkling, albeit gigantic creature in orange and gold scales a monster? The luxurious scales make it look like a whole treasure trove of amber!

«Amber must be your favorite stone.»

«What do you mean?» Raymonda shook off the ashes from her skirts. Clement only now noticed the ashes on the hem of her skirts. He was glad it wasn’t scales. A dress with scales instead of lace trim would have looked too unnatural.

«I’ll give you a set of amber jewels if I’m made king,» he promised her.

«It is better sapphires!» Raymonda cheered up. «I do love sapphires! Are you going to ask me to marry you?»

«Why should I?» He was all hot and furious. He blurted out that if his uncle had not already asked him in marriage, he would ask her to marry him right away. And he’d have his own personal battle dragon in addition to his sweetheart. Well, just like a fairy tale! But his fussy uncle thwarted his plans. If he couldn’t marry who he wanted, magic would do. Though Raymonda may know a thing or two about magic, she wouldn’t fight for him. It is one thing to save him from death, and quite another to enter a magical tournament.

«Gifts as expensive as a set of jewels are only given to the one they wish to marry,» she remarked coquettishly. «They are usually given by the matchmaker. I know!»

«Has anyone ever asked you in marriage?» He asked, and his heart sank. «Was it a king or two?»

«Several!»

«I didn’t realize they all wanted a dragon bride. Probably they wanted to protect the border… You could burn an army, you know. If only the suitors knew you were duplicitous, they could understandably want you.»

Clement tried to speak lightheartedly, but his jealousy suddenly seemed to burn more deeply than a dragon’s claws.

«I think you’re willing to shower me with gifts because you want to offer me the humiliating position of royal favorite, not wife,» she teased him impudently.

«Honestly, I can’t help it,» Clement said aloud, and began swearing at the only surviving uncle – wizard.

Damn his uncle! Clement was a fool. His uncle meddled in his nephew’s private life as if the prince were his own son. And he was a fool himself! He agreed with his uncle in everything. Honesty now made it impossible for him to break his oath or deceive Raimonda.

But Raimonda herself was not the sort of girl who could be seduced by the promise of marriage.

«I will not be anyone’s favorite! And I wasn’t even planning on getting married until now,» she declared. «I am my own mistress. And if anyone asked me to marry him, he’d be hot and bothered,» she showed a flame on her fingertips.

And what will she do to the man who offered her the place of a minion? Clement backed away.

Maybe honestly confess to her that he’d been foisted on some rich princess he’d never seen in his life. But he himself would naturally prefer to marry a beauty who can turn into a dragon and burn the enemy army.

Whoa! What is wrong with him? How can he put the defense of the country on the fragile shoulders of women? Is he weak? So you really can’t marry a dragon. Better to wait for an ordinary bride. But he felt uneasy at the thought that it might not be Raymonda.

She would probably be the bodyguard his uncle had promised him. Who better to protect him than a real dragon? And he only knew the dragon would be a lady! Clement was confused. What could he do about his own feelings? He should never have known that dragons could change into beauties. Better that a pretty girl was his bride and a dragon was a sparkling monster in the sky.

But it was the other way around. One can only hope that the bride will perish on her way to him. He did not want to marry another after he had met Raymonda.

Though, come to think of it, his uncle had promised him a profitable bride. And who could be more profitable than a dragon? A dragon could command an entire army, and she would have a great deal of treasure stashed away. Leprechauns in the heath whispered something about hidden dragon treasure in the mountain caves.

«You’d better get up there and away from our supplies,» they hissed at Clement.

«Okay, I’ll be right back,» said Clement, uncertain of where to go on the moor. Everywhere he looked there was heather. It was except for the mountains.

The leprechauns wouldn’t touch Raymonda. Apparently, they feared she would fire on them and destroy their colony. There were too many of them in the heather.

She suddenly had a pile of rings in her hands.

«They are all from my suitors!» She boasted. «When they were courting me, they chose the most expensive ones without thinking of the size. The rings are too big for me.»

«We can take them to the blacksmith and make them fit.»

«Is it to the smith?» She gave a demonstration of fiery breathing.

«Well, you could probably resize them yourself, since you’re a sorceress.»

«It’s not the size, it’s the meaning.»

«What do you mean?»

«If I still have them, I didn’t give them back to the groomsmen.»

«The only reason you can’t give an engagement ring back is because the groom is already dead,» Clement recalled, trying to count by eye how many rings she was holding. Was it twenty? Was it thirty? Was it fifty? In a word, a lot! «Could it be that all the givers are dead? How had it come to this?»

Unless she had lived forever, and in fact they were all her spouses, not fiancés.

«I burned them!» She startled him with her confession. «Do you know why?»

«How should I know?» That’s what she does with suitors! So no one has a chance with her, unless you want to be burned on your wedding night or right on your wedding day. «I don’t know them all.»

«They’re not right for me. If you disappoint me, the same thing will happen to you.»

«That is, if I ask you to marry me, like they all do. Don’t worry. I’m not going to.»

«Why is it not?»

Well, how can you understand her? Is she provoking him.»

«I already have a fiancée.»

«Are you sure about that?»

He nodded.

«But I’m not,» she said, as if she had the final word. She can’t be sure she’s going to burn his bride. Well, he’ll probably be grateful to her for freeing him from his bonds.

«We must see your uncle this evening,» she said, glancing up at the darkening sky. «We shall have a serious talk.»

Her tone was darker than the dwindling sky.

Dragon caves

Piles of gold and glittering stones lined the caves. Here was the envy of the leprechauns of the heather. Clement whistled in surprise.

«Surprised at how much I’ve… well, accumulated,» she thought aloud. «Normally dragons rob or tax, but here I am just collecting shiny trinkets. I can’t help it when I see something shiny. They told me it would, but I didn’t believe it… Now I’m acting like a magpie.»

«Are you going to buy the whole kingdom?»

«I’m not going to spend what I’ve saved up at all. Didn’t you know that dragons are attracted to the sheen of treasure, not to what they can buy?»

«You bought something at the fair,» Clement remembered.

«Yes,» she said, «but the coins are bewitched. They slip through the dealers’ hands and back into my purse. They’re adept at rolling down the road in the right direction, and they’ll crawl back up the mountain or the wall, if they have to. After all, I am their owner.»

That’s what the elves’ coinage on her coins meant! They were enchanted!

«What talent is it!» praised Clement. «With it you do not need new gold.»

«But unfortunately that’s what attracts me, like a magnet. It’s not greed! It’s just that dragons are attracted to gold. There’s nothing we can do about it. It’s like we’re its slaves. There’s an ancient legend that explains it.»

He wished she hadn’t talked about dragons! For now she is beautiful again! And slender, and delicate, and like a beautiful snow-white flower. Clement wanted to kiss her. Even if he burned himself on her lips, he wouldn’t care.

As if out of spite at that moment his uncle appeared, as if he had grown from the bottom of a cave. Something glittering, like stardust, swirled around his dense figure. And the cave with his arrival was filled with green smoke, as if from an ancient lamp had just been released a genie, which now hovers over the treasures.

«Abraham!» Raymonda wasn’t expecting him so early. «You didn’t even knock!»

Clement looked around the sides of the cave in amazement. There aren’t even any doors to knock on. There were just rocky ledges. But there are also stalactites and stalagmites. Was there some kind of door between the worlds? Who would understand these magicians? He felt superfluous in the company. His uncle was an expert in magic. Raymonda is a great sorceress, capable of changing appearance. He himself was new to sorcery and had no knowledge of it. He only learned a few formulas because his uncle made him. But he doesn’t think he can make much use of them.

«Darling, these are such hard times that you can put etiquette aside,» Abraham excused himself awkwardly. The green smoke around his figure was dissipating. Clement noticed that uncle was dressed like an oriental magician. He’d changed his doublet and hat for trousers and a fancy turban with a peacock feather. He must have found a place at the court in Etar and become like the local sultan. At home he wore the cap and gown of a stargazer only occasionally, and only when he was in a secret magic lab.

«Times are hard, indeed,» Raymonda sighed, steam coming from her nostrils. «Colonies of woodland and field creatures are feeling hostage. They complain that the black magic is no longer spreading from Shai, but directly from the capital of Aluar, and is restricting all their movements. Dryads and fairies have all but lost their power. Even the nymphs in the forest lakes feel stunted and sickly. Lord of Shai longs to command all. Those who do not obey will either perish, or be weakened to the state of living relics, or imprisoned in blocks of ice, in the snow, in boulders. This has already happened to many of my friends and girlfriends. I feel alone.»

«You are not alone! You have a beautiful prince,» Abraham reminded her.«He is handsome! He is prince Charming!»

Raymonda scornfully sniggered. «He would have been better if he had been gifted!»

«Clement will show himself,» the uncle promised.

So far it had been Raymonda who had flaunted her powers. She’s shown her dragon like strength and wisdom, saved the heir of the state, ladled out the treasure pile, and cared for all magical creatures in general. Clement was astonished. He’d thought dragons were selfish creatures. They hoarded their wealth and slaughtered civilians. But she cared for all who were in distress. He found such behavior incongruous with the image of the dragon that burned entire cities before his eyes.

«Raymonda is no ordinary dragon!» the uncle explained. «She is bewitched.»

«Is she enchanted?» Clement’s feet started to fall from the floor of the cave, and his uncle slapped him on the shoulder in a friendly gesture that barely kept him on his feet. What a strong man Abraham had become since he’d left the king’s castle. His palm feels like steel. At home he must have controlled his power, but now there was nothing to hide. In today’s environment, only the strongest survive.

«What does it mean?»

«Don’t you know the meaning of that word? I must have taught you for nothing.»

Of course, Clement knew what «bewitched» meant, but it didn’t quite fit with the way Raymonda looked. She was so self-confident! Enchanted ladies are usually lethargic and ugly and feel inhibited because they are, in fact, under pressure from others. Raymonda, on the other hand, was cocky and felt very free and uninhibited. She could burn down the next town right now.

«Was she sure someone had cast a spell on her?» He was more inclined to believe that she had cast a spell on someone herself. Like his uncle. Abraham had changed a lot since Clement had last seen him, and not for the better. Maybe Raymonda had deceived him by pretending to be a victim instead of a huntress.

«My dear!» the uncle slapped him on the shoulder again. He might as well kill him! Clement went to the other end of the cave to sit down on a pile of gold, and noticed the skulls lying there. They were grinning viciously out of a thicket of glittering coins and necklaces. Clement immediately dissuaded himself from sitting down. He’d rather stand.

«I’ve long kept a list of all the enchanted ladies around the globe. There are quite a few of them. Some have been turned into a peacock, some into a swan, some into a cat the size of a man, and some into a flower of a thorny rose that catches strangers with its stems. There are those who have been robbed of their minds or their beauty by magic. And there are those who have been turned into vicious vampires through sorcery. But Princess Raymonda is the first to be turned into a true dragon.»

So she is a princess after all! That’s what Clement thought. He wasn’t wrong!

«Magic works differently on everyone, depending on the wishes of the one casting the spell,» the uncle went on to spout. He loved to lecture on spells. «The more a witch or sorcerer was offended, the harder the curse was, but sometimes it had side effects. It is in the case of Raymonda. She turned out to be stronger than the one who bewitched her. And now he’s afraid of her himself. That’s why she’s perfect for you.»

«But whether I’m right for her? She seems to dream of having a dragon knight.»

She stomped her foot and the walls of the cave began to crack.

«Careful, my dear, or the whole place will collapse,» his uncle was frightened. «You still haven’t learned how to control your power.»

«Why would I want to do that? Being strong is an advantage. Maybe I don’t even want anyone to cast a spell on me at all.»

Raymonda whistled a song of graceful charms while scribbling witchcraft-like letters on the wall of the cave with her fiery breath. Abraham moved cautiously away from her. It suddenly dawned on Clement that his uncle was afraid of her. Even he is powerless against her fire, just as he is powerless against the enchantments placed upon her.

«Do you want the secret kingdoms of the forest to fall under the rule of Shai’s ruler? His magic is spreading like black claws through the thicket, and soon it will reach them.»

Raymonda frowned. Abraham’s eyes pierced her.

«If the usurper is not expelled from the human kingdom, the elves countries bordering the Aluar risk falling under his influence. You don’t want your winged blond buddies to become his slaves.»

«Sometimes they’re so insolent, it’ll be a lesson to them,» Raymonda didn’t like to give in.

«I didn’t think you’d have to be persuaded. Do you really dislike Clement so much that you’re willing to give up everything you used to cherish?»

«He turned out to be kind of unreasonable.»

«But he’s prettier than any of your former suitors. So why are you displeased?»

«You promised me a great warrior. He doesn’t quite live up to the name.»

«I promised you a great hero,» said uncle Abraham diplomatically. «A great hero is not always a great warrior. There are also great wise men. With Clement, I’ve always relied on his intelligence, not his strength. He’s more of a scholar than a fighter.»

«He’s neither,» said Raymond scornfully.

«But he’s the best shot in the universe!«His uncle’s praised him. «You should have seen him shoot. He could knock down a dragon on the wing.»

She hissed and hissed a great hiss of flame, but Abraham was quick to turn away. He crouched over the smoky green cloud like a genie. How did it form so quickly under the ceiling of the cave? With the feather of his turban his uncle had hit the stalactites.

«I beg your pardon, my lady!» The flash of flame made him look polite. «I misspoke. I meant to say he could easily bring a pigeon down.»

«I should have been more suited to a knight than an archer. I want him to fight sword tournaments for me.»

«My Lady, you yourself are a paragon of strength and fury,» Abraham addressed her in an elegant voice. «Why do you need a mighty warrior when you alone are stronger than all the knights put together?»

The uncle was respectful and polite. There was a great risk that Raymonda would burn both her cave guests, uncle and nephew.

On the one hand, Clement was happy that his betrothed was not some sickly young lady, but a self-assured beauty. She had dragon charm. Uncle hadn’t let him down after all. It was worth thanking him, if only he could persuade Raymonda not to give up a marriage imposed by circumstances. Clement was not so naïve as not to realize that Raymonda needed him only for some ambitious purpose. Court ladies are not amorous, unlike cavaliers who sigh for them. And what to speak of the dragon princess! Though she is of fire, she is as cold as ice when it comes to love feelings.

«You speak to me as if I were an outsider!» Raymonda frowned. She seemed to have known Abraham for a long time. «Why should you? It is because I’ve changed a little since I turned into a dragon.»

«By the way, how do you feel about your new appearance?» My uncle was glad to see her at her mercy, and so he switched back to the familiar «you,» as if Princess Raymonde were as related and apprenticed to him as Clement himself. Abraham was used to teaching magic to royalty. Maybe Raymonda’s magic skills were his doing?

«Scales like armor, but fire sometimes suffocates from within. I need to burn something or someone. For instance, if I don’t breathe out a jet of flame on the first thing that comes up (even a field of plowmen I pass by), I’ll suffocate,» she described her current state.

«So you can’t control yourself?» Abraham looked worried.

«Not always!»

«And when Clement is around you don’t feel an influx of magical power? They say it’s supposed to happen to the protector of the chosen one.»

«Who says so?»

«Well,» his uncle hesitated. «My living witchcraft folio says so.»

«And these…» «Raymonda retracted the claws she’d already released. «You can’t argue with witchcraft books. You still keep them in chains, like prisoners, so they don’t draw an army to the library. Think what it would be like if their voices turned a mass of people into zombies, ready to wreck the world. By the way, if your nephew wants to get great power, he should talk to your books. They might make him lose his will and make him smash everything, or they might make him the wisest! He may be the lucky one.»

«He might be more comfortable with you.»

«I am not with him. He is more of a burden than a gift. And what guarantee is there that he’s the one I’m looking for? You remember how many mistakes I’ve made.»

«Don’t be so fussy! He may be the one who can help you.»

Clement suspected something was wrong. Wasn’t it her job to help him?

«He’s cute, but he’s talentless,» Raymunda pronounced.

«He could be the Chosen One who could save everyone, humans and your supernatural friends alike. If he weren’t, Shai’s Lord wouldn’t be after him.»

She had her ears pricked up long before Clement could hear the sounds below the cave. A party of riders was galloping through the valley. In the darkness they could not even tell if they wore black armor or regular armor.

«If they weren’t from Shai…»

But Raymonda was already at the cave’s exit, hovering in flight over the rocks and blowing out a jet of hot, bright fire. The orange flames seemed like dawn in the night. The squad of riders burst into flames like a handful of matches.

And she could do that without turning into a dragon! Clement couldn’t help but marvel. Well, now! He was beginning to admire her atrocities instead of dreading them. He would soon get to the point of what the rogue had foretold of him in the Piazza.

Raymonda turned and stepped lightly back into the cave from the light, silvery cloud that appeared to have formed under her feet as she hovered over the mountain. The scales that had grown a half-mask over her face instantly disappeared when she stopped breathing fire. Clement noticed that the scales on her face only formed when she was ready to breathe fire.

«The threat is gone!» Raymonda proclaimed, brushing the unruly strands behind her ear. Her ears were as sharp as an elf’s, with tracery along the length of their stalks.

«Well done!» His uncle complimented her on the fact that she’d just made an entire auto-da-fe. They didn’t even know if the cavalcade was a threat. «You must keep him safe!»

Clement is tired of being talked about as if he isn’t around.

«And how did you two meet?» He asked his uncle and Raymonda.

They both looked at him in confusion.

«You could ask the same question about how we met you,» uncle grinned. «I paid courtesies in the Southern Kingdom of Livellin long ago, and am a friend of the King, and therefore tutor to all his children.»

«What does this have to do with the kingdom of Livellin? Wasn’t Princess Raymonda an elf?» Clement didn’t understand. «She lived in the woods! I was sure she was an elf!»

Abraham laughed this time. «She is a Livellin’s princess. But you’re right about the elf blood. Her mother was of elves’ blood. So my lessons have taught you something. You’ve learned a thing or two, even though I thought you were a slacker.»

«Am I slacker?» Clement flared up.

His uncle had never spoken to him so familiarly before. He would never have dared to call the Crown Prince a slacker. But now his title was in doubt. Clement felt like a criminal on the run.

He couldn’t help but think of the moment uncle Abraham had found him in the woods after the fight with the boar. Clement had no life left on him. If he hadn’t found the forest spring of healing water, he would have died of blood loss himself. The black boar, which he chased, turned out to be a witch creature. He could not shoot it to death. Even with a dozen arrows in its hackle it was strong. She had to fight him in a fight. That’s when Clement realized he could wield a dagger as well as an arrow. In the morning, as he was aiming his wounds at the spring, his uncle appeared out of nowhere to tell him the kingdom was gone. That is, it had been occupied by the beasts of Shai.

«And why didn’t all those monster invaders live in Shai?» Clement asked belatedly.

«It was too small for them,» Raymonda answered in place of his uncle. She must have known the monsters of Shai well. Perhaps they had taken her country, too. «They want to conquer the world.»

«And they have started with us! It was bad luck!»

«Well, all right! You’ll settle this without me!» Abraham was glad that Clement and Raymond could communicate without an intermediary. «Your wedding will most likely take place in the woodland realm of the elves. Princess Raymonda’s relatives live there. They may also reveal to you some magical secrets to help you fight Shai’s lord. I’ll pass. My meager knowledge of magic is not enough to fight the invaders.»

And that’s the advice of a wizard! Clement had hoped that his uncle, who had sat through some witchcraft folio, might have found some means of combat. It was all an empty hope! He would have to survive on his own, just as he had when he fought the black boar. Except there was only one boar, and the Shai invaders came in hordes. And if he were to disappoint Raymonda in any way, she would be more attacker than protector.

She had a sly twinkle in her eye as she watched Clement. He already knew that she could light a witch’s fire right there in the cave and start dancing around it through the air, so that her feet barely touched the flames. If one day she drags him into such a dance, as in a dream, he will burn.

Uncle was about to leave, and not in the usual way, but in a magical way. A dark shimmering cloud formed around his feet, shod in oriental shoes with sharp curved toes.

«Learn! Work! Get married! What else can you do?» gave uncle Abraham’s parting admonitions, before finally disappearing into the black shimmering vortex.

Indeed! What else is left? Learning magic is almost a waste of time. For a non-talented student, it’s gibberish. He was accustomed to toil with a mediocre sword. Marrying a dragoness, on the other hand, was new. Raymonda shot a steady stream of flame through the air.

«If there’s no wedding, are you going to burn me?» Clement guessed.

«I can burn you before the wedding!»

What a beast! But she’s pretty.

«But don’t be afraid! You’re very pretty, so live for now.»

In a way, Clement was glad. After all, his fiancée was the girl he’d fallen in love with for the first time in his life. There you go! The fool had been made happy! At least Raymonda was a werewolf! He’d marry a dragon for that much gold.