Between the lines is written in fire. Natalie Yacobson

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      For some reason, at the mention of the dragon, Edwin flinched like a stung man. Had she insulted him? But what did he have to do with a dragon attacking Dauran? It was not he who had attacked.

      Edwin shook his golden curls, whispered something, and a miniature rainbow appeared in the palm of his hand. A moment later, the rainbow flew out the window, stretched over the castle, and illuminated everything with a multi-tonal glow, leaving a handful of rainbow stones in the palm of Edwin’s hand.

      Rosamunda knew that rainbow stones were considered the most valuable of all gems, for they could only be obtained from elves and fairies. And fairies and elves are notoriously difficult to bargain with. They will not want money in payment, but some magical condition. But Edwin got the rainbow stones instantly. Or rather, he conjured them. And he is an expert!

      Rosamunda applauded and then realized that she might have insulted him. After all, he is not a magician, but a real wizard.

      Edwin expressed no offense. He poured the stones into Rosamunda’s palm, and kept only one stone, shaped like a peach pit. He rubbed it in his fingers and then threw it into the center of the hall. The stone immediately embedded itself in the marble floor, and suddenly there was a cracking sound. It was the floorboards cracking. Roots that looked like dryad’s fingers sprouted from them. A tree sprouted from the roots. It instantly grew to the ceiling of the throne room, covered with twigs and leaves. Ripe fruit formed on its branches: either peaches or magic fruits with iridescent shiny peels.

      «My throne room has been turned into a garden,» Rosamunda said whimsically.

      «If you eat one peach, you will forget any sadness for a long time,» Edwin said.

      Even the colorful birds flew away from the tree.

      Rosamunda twirled a flaming rose in her fingers. Its petals were even hot.

      «Would you like more gifts from my emperor?» Edwin asked.

      «So all these miracles are gifts from your suzerain and not from you?» Rosamunda flared up.

      Edwin silently unfolded a fan made of fire in front of her. All the plates, except the handle, were blazing.

      «It is a blazing fan!»

      He is mocking! Laughing at the queen who was attacked by a dragon! That’s why the gifts are all fire!

      «It’s quite chilly in Dauran. A little fire wouldn’t hurt,» Edwin gave his gift.

      «It is curious thing!» Rosamunda praised, accepting the fan. Maybe the ambassadors don’t know about the dragon, but just want to be helpful.

      «How long will you stay?» She was more worried about whether Edwin would leave right away. Somehow she didn’t want to lose sight of him.

      «We have been invited to participate in a tournament,» said one of the group of ambassadors.

      «It is a tournament in honor of the solstice!» Rosamunda remembered. «It’s still a couple weeks away.»

      «If we’re in the way, we can leave and be back by the day of the tournament,» Edwin said.

      «You are joking! How can you get there and back so quickly? The borders of Dauran alone are over a week away.»

      «Distance doesn’t matter to wizards,» Edwin replied cryptically. «You can fly around the world in one night.»

      «Then teach me how to do it!»

      «It is in any time, Your Majesty,» he stroked the signet ring on his little finger. «I can take you on a tour of the starry heavens, the clouds, the rainbow bridges.»

      Now that was a bit like flirting! Rosamunda’s cheeks flushed. Curious, was it flirting a courtesy? Or did Edwin really like her?»

      Edwin gave another shake of his unruly golden curls, which made Rosamunda faint. The ambassador was slender but strong, broad-shouldered, tall and handsome as a summer elf. Curious, who was he by title? Dressed sumptuously, like the son of a duke or marquis. His camisole glistens with precious stones, his sword has a gilded hilt, and the lace of his collar is like a frosty pattern.

      «Put the ambassadors in the best quarters,» Rosamunda said.

      If it were her will, she would have put Edwin in her bedroom. But stop! She’s not a libertine! Why were such perverse thoughts? Is he bewitching her? He’s a sorcerer! He can do anything. But Edwin did not impose his company on her, but hurried away. It was a pity he wasn’t as clingy as the dragon. You can’t get rid of a dragon that easily. Rosamunda looked warily up at the sky, where a magical rainbow was shining. She wondered if the dragon’s fire would shimmer across it again.

      It was as if Dandy had been frightened by the ambassadors and now he wouldn’t come out from under his throne. Rosamunda tried to reach him, but he hid behind her skirts and clawed at them.

      «What’s the matter with you?» She whispered.

      «The ambassador’s name is Edwin.»

      «What is of it?»

      «I don’t like people with that name, especially wizards.»

      «Is it because their emperor is also called Edwin?»

      «It’s not a good name,» Dandy gritted his teeth in fear. «Bad people use it. They are dangerous people! They are treacherous…»

      Dandy’s teeth chattered as if he were freezing to death, and all around him were fiery things.

      «But Edwin is polite and very handsome.»

      «The dragon is beautiful too, but when it dies by fire, you can’t escape it.»

      That’s what he said. So the danger comes from beautifully dressed people and from dragons with beautiful golden scales. It is not without reason that they say beauty is dangerous.

      Rosamunda sighed languidly after Edwin.

      «It’s a pity he’s not a king and can’t ask me to marry him.»

      But the dragon did. The dragon wasn’t a king either, but there was no escape from his matchmaking.

      Fire-breathing suitor

      Another letter was waiting in the king’s bedchamber. It wasn’t lying on the table or windowsill as usual, but hanging in the air. The scroll unfolded itself as Rosamunda approached it. The letter, of course, was from the same crazy suitor who signed himself «your dragon.» Except that his madness was now worth doubting. There was indeed a dragon over Dauran. And he was indeed a passionate admirer of the queen, dreaming of getting her either as a wife or as a dinner. She wondered what love means to a dragon? Suddenly to love in his mind is the same as to burn and eat. The dragon is probably a savage. But how can a savage write such abstruse letters? Did it have the help of wizards?

      Rosamunda sighed:

      «How tiresome is to have a dragon worshipper!»

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