The Elvenbane. Andre Norton

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СКАЧАТЬ felt that it had become a moral question. A child was a child, no matter that the child was a halfblood two-legger. It was a child of intelligent beings, completely deserving of protection and of shelter, precisely because it could not protect itself.

      While the altercation continued, and the words grew fewer but more heated, Father Dragon simply watched, silently, restraining Keman whenever he looked ready to leap to his mother’s defense. He loomed against the star-spangled sky, the darkest of all the dragons, like a great thunderhead that promised storms to come, yet inexplicably held off.

      Alara slowly became aware of his silence, and it occurred to her that he was watching all of them, but seemed to be keeping an especially careful eye on Alara herself. That close regard made her feel uneasy; it made her feel as if she were being judged or tested in some way.

      He might truly be watching, testing her, simply because she was a shaman, and as chief of the shamans, Father Dragon was making careful note of her actions.

      It might – and it might mean something else. Father Dragon had always, so far as Alara knew, been vitally interested in the actions of the elves and their human slaves. He had, at times, been a lonely voice advocating intervention in the humans’ condition. There had been many times in the past when he had urged more action than simple observation, when he had encouraged the Kin to go far beyond the kind of tricks and sabotage that Alara played among the elven lords.

      It might mean a great deal –

      And it might mean nothing at all. Alara knew that if she was contrary and difficult to predict, Father Dragon was doubly so. He might simply be enjoying her discomfiture. He was undoubtedly enjoying the stir she was making. Draconic mischief-making was not limited to races outside their own.

      And Father Dragon was well known for playing pranks on his own kind.

      Alara dismissed the whole puzzle. If Father Dragon wasn’t going to intervene, it didn’t matter. She could fight this battle on her own, and win.

      ‘I am going to keep the child,’ she said challengingly, planting her feet and raising head and wings, bringing up ears and spinal crest, and looking them all in the eyes in turn. ‘It will make a good playmate for Keman. He will be able to learn how to mimic the two-legs, human and elven, more effectively with an example beside him. And who knows what we shall learn from having a specimen to study from infancy! I learned more from the mind of her mother than any of you would believe.’

      That caused a stir; heads turned, and crests were raised or lowered according to how the owner felt. ‘It’s an animal,’ Oronaera hissed, mantling a little. ‘I’ve no objection to keeping the thing as a pet, but raising it alongside our own young ones? Outrageous! As well bring in great apes and delphins!’

      Alara mantled back at him, narrowed her eyes, and imparted a dangerous edge to her tone. ‘Perhaps that would be no bad idea!’ she snapped, her claws digging great furrows in the hard-packed dirt. ‘Perhaps then you who never leave the Lair except to feed and sun yourselves would learn the difference between animals and those who are your equals in mind – and certainly far more interesting!’

      ‘Equals? These animals?’ Lori snorted. Before Alara could stop her, she reached out and picked up the baby by one ankle. It wailed in distress and she wrinkled her nostrils disdainfully. ‘Shaman, you have lost your wits, what few you had. This is nothing more than a food beast, and you know it. I’ve heard that these young ones make good soup –’

      And there it ended, for Alara did the unthinkable, goaded past anger into an act of aggression against another dragon. Lori was not prepared, for Alara had never fought back when stressed, even as a child. It was, in fact, something no one would ever have dreamt her capable of, despite her demonstrated bravery in the Thunder Dance.

      She reared on her hind legs, her tail lashing wildly, which had the effect of clearing the others from behind her as they leapt to avoid it. Her right foreclaw shot out, caught at Lori’s shoulder before the other dragon could dodge out of the way and squeezed, hard. Her talons dug into the softer skin around the joint, until Lori squealed and started to let go of the child.

      ‘Gently,’ Alara growled from between her clenched teeth. ‘On the ground. Don’t bruise her, or by Fire and Rain, you’ll regret every mark on her skin, for I’ll duplicate them on yours, if I have to strip away the scales to do so!’

      Lori lowered the child to the dirt; it stopped crying the moment it felt a firm surface beneath it. Alara released Lori, who lowered her ears and spinal crest in submission and backed away. Several of the others backed away as well, some as submissively as Lori.

      She stood over the child and glared at the rest of the Kin. ‘I’m keeping it,’ she said firmly. ‘I’m raising it with Keman. It is a child of intelligent creatures, and it needs someone to protect and care for it.’ She glared around the circle, at the lowered snouts and downcast eyes. ‘It will be of no danger to us. It can’t betray us, for it will never know its own folk, unless we see fit to introduce it to them. And by then, if we have treated it well, it will be more dragon than human. I have broken no Law here, and you well know it.’

      Father Dragon, who until this moment had not stirred, raised his head. ‘You should keep and raise the child, Alara,’ he said, his deep voice like the rumble of thunder in the far distance. ‘It has great hamenleai. Interesting things will befall around it, and because of it.’

      Alara’s eyes widened in startlement. It was not often that any shaman could attribute hamenleai, the potential to make changes in the world, to a specific being or action. Alara had done so once in all the time she had been a shaman. And for Father Dragon to say that the child had great hamenleai was extraordinary – Father Dragon had never once been wrong that Alara had ever heard. Her own decision had just been vindicated for not only the Kin of this Lair, but all of the Kin everywhere.

      She stretched her wings out to their fullest, her eyes shining with triumph.

      And at that moment, a ripple of contraction surged across her belly, and she gasped and doubled over as she felt the first pain of labor.

Chapter 5

      Keman watched his mother defend the human cub with bewilderment. Not that he couldn’t see why she was defending it, it was that he couldn’t see why the others were so determined to oppose her. Their ears were back, their spinal crests up or aggressively flattened, their tails twitched, and all their muscles were tensed.

      What’s wrong? he wanted to ask Father Dragon. It’s only a baby, just a cub. It can’t hurt anyone, certainly not one of the Kin! Why don’t they want Mother to keep it?

      But the others were sometimes cruel, too – like Lori, who kept threatening to take Keman’s pet two-horns for a snack rather than fly off to hunt one. Perhaps that was why they were being so mean.

      But his mother was standing up to them, all of them; she wasn’t going to back down without a real fight. And right when he almost flew out from under Father Dragon’s wing to stand by her, Father Dragon laid a restraining claw on his shoulder.

      So he stood by, and fretted, until Lori tried to take the human cub to eat. He nearly jumped on Lori’s tail right then; he had his claws all set to snatch at it, and his teeth all set to bite her. And that was when Keman’s gentle, tiny mother somehow grew to three times her normal size and forced Lori to submit to her. She caught Lori’s shoulder, right СКАЧАТЬ