Dragons Beyond the Pale: Excerpt 2
January 11, 1815, Kellynch-by-the-Sea
Anne stopped in the study’s doorway and stared at an unfamiliar hawk-sized cockatrice, red-brown and a bit weather-beaten, wearing a small pack embossed with the signet of the Order strapped to his back. He stood on Wentworth’s desk, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
Wentworth did the same as he stood, a mite awkwardly, at the far side of the desk.
He declared the entire affair felt a bit like a midshipman’s effort at best. At least he judged the desk chair comfortable and that enough sunlight streamed through the windows so reading was possible most of the day. That was something.
Someday she would have enough saved to commission a proper suite of office furniture for him. An extravagance he would never purchase himself.
Laconia chirruped and pawed at the doorframe.
Wentworth glanced up and caught Anne’s eye with a brief nod. “There now.” He opened the messenger’s pack and removed a letter bearing the Blue Order Seal.
The cockatrice shook out his compacted feathers and scratched behind his tiny ear with his talons, leaning back on his dusty serpentine tail for balance.
“Laconia, show our guest to the kitchen for a solid meal whilst I read this and pen a reply. The wyrmlings may accompany you as well.” That was not a suggestion but an order.
Anne placed the basket on the floor. Corn and Wall tumbled out and led the way to the kitchen, spring-hopping with speed only the possibility of a snack could induce. The Blue Order messenger flew low behind them.
Wentworth beckoned her in, and she shut the door behind her. He closed the window that the messenger had probably entered.
“Would it be too optimistic to hope that is merely an announcement of time changes to the Cotillion?” She bit her lip and dodged around the clumsy chairs to join him near the desk.
He cracked the seal. “Considering this is written in cipher, I imagine something less mundane.” He yanked open the top drawer and removed a small red leatherbound notebook no larger than the palm of his hand. “The specific cipher was pressed into the wax seal—one that is reserved for only select operatives of the Order.”
“So definitely not good news.” She perched in the nearest chair, stiff and smelling of leather polish.
He fell into his chair. It groaned, long-suffering. “It will take me some time to sort the message out. Tell me of your visit to Kellynch whilst I work on it.”
“I still wonder that he is the same creature who threatened me in the sea cave. Though I suppose I should not be, considering what Lady Elizabeth has told me about dragons who have been wronged. They certainly take their offenses seriously.”
“Indeed they do, large and small.”
“Dragons or offenses?”
“Both.” He snickered softly though his brow drew low over his eyes.
“If he had his druthers, I think he would take up residence in the cellar under the house. At least he would if only it were a little larger and had a proper soaking pool for him like his lair does—apparently after all the decades without water, he is unwilling to do without again. But still, he truly hates to be alone. Can you imagine? He complained that he had not seen Corn and Wall recently enough. Who would have thought he would be so fond of them? At times I wonder whether they are our Friends or his.”
“And they him—at least according to Laconia. He tells me they talk of him constantly, honored by the attention of a true wyrm. Shatter-brained little creatures! I half expect that the Sage will ask you to write a monograph on their relationship.” He glanced up from his work.
Oh, the way he looked at her! It would never grow old.
The crest of her cheeks heated.
“I imagine you are going to tell me he has decided to accompany us to London, no?”
“He was rather considerate about it, though. He seemed concerned that the house with the lair might not be as pleasing as the other we had inquired after.”
He set down his pencil and fixed her gaze with his own. “And you are all right with the change? You are being presented into Dragon Keeping society by the Sage herself, after all. I expect we will be required to do a great deal of entertaining.”
She swallowed hard, her eyes burning just a bit. He was so considerate. “I cannot imagine a house with a dragon lair being any mean accommodation. As to it being unable to accommodate a large party—I think that is rather a good thing. Hosting small events, for now, suits me very well indeed.”
“A baronet and his lady need not be seen living as a baronet and his lady?” The corners of his lips turned up just a mite.
“I think being seen as honoring one’s dragon is living as a baronet and his family should, do you not?”
“I could not say it better myself.” He chuckled, picked up his pencil and began scratching away again.
Perhaps on the journey to London they could talk about what entertaining Blue Order society during the Cotillion season would look like. Wentworth had no experience with such things.
Would he chafe amidst the expectations of “good” society? Would he be accepted among them, or simply viewed a novelty—a Dragon Keeping naval officer who had to be tolerated and humored whilst behind his back talk would fly? How hard did he expect to, or even want to, work to be accepted? How important was it to him?
How important was it to her?
His expression slowly crumpled into a deep frown. “It seems the plans you made with Kellynch are fortuitous. Lord Matlock himself requests that Kellynch remain with his Keepers in light of current events.”
A cold chill snaked down her spine. “Does he say what current events?”
He scribbled down a few more words. “Apparently, Mr. William Elliot finds his accommodations in prison rather uncomfortable—not gentleman’s lodgings, it seems. He has attempted to trade information for some favors toward himself.”
She clutched the edge of the desk. “They are not going to release him, are they?”
“No, that would be far too dangerous—for him. Kellynch will never forgive the assault on his Keeper. Not to mention Elliot is far from paying his debts to the Order. I am sure he has only bought himself a softer bed or better rations. In any case, the information suggests that there are those, dragon hearers and some dragon-deaf, maybe even some members of the Order itself, who are hostile against dragons. There are hints of schemes to profit off trading in dragons and—” he gulped, “—their body parts.”
“Gracious heavens!” The dragon scale lotion she made from the scales Uppercross happily gave her was one thing, but this? The edges of her vision fuzzed and the room spun slightly. She clutched the arms of the chair.
“At this point, there is no way of knowing the accuracy of Elliot’s information. It could have merely been a fiction traded for comfort. But then again, it might not. Matlock insists—and I agree—that it must be thoroughly investigated.”
“Of course, of course it must. The possibility is too awful to take lightly!” Anne stood, knees shaking almost too hard to hold her up.
“Lord Matlock asks that we alter our travel plans. He has arranged for post horses so that we do not need to stop and rest ours. He wants us to visit a list of persons and places of interest along the way to London. If we travel day and night, it will delay our arrival by a day, at most two.”
“That does not seem so bad. I am sure it will be hardly noticeable.”
“It will be uncomfortable. At best. There will be no sleeping at inns, we will take meals in the carriage, not at proper tables. It is a form of travel to which you are not accustomed.”
“I am hardly accustomed to any sort of travel at all. I will make do.”
He skirted around the desk and took her hands firmly. “Are you sure?”
“This is what we decided upon when we wed. I admit, I had not expected Order business to come up so soon, or to be so serious, but I will not back down from our commitment.” Hopefully he did not notice her fingers trembling.
“Then I will write to him straight away.” He pressed her hands to his cheek.
“I will adjust our packing in light of our new plans. Corn and Wall will need plenty of snacks and a few extra bones for teething.”
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Oh dear! I thought we’d seen the last of William Elliot but apparently not! Hopefully Anne and Wentworth along with Darcy and Elizabeth can discover the truth with the help of their dragons.
It is going to be an interesting ride!
Why am I not surprised that Sir Elliot is up to no good?
He’s the kind that isn’t likely to change.
I am looking forward to reading this next story in the series. Thanks for sharing this excerpt. No, I am not going to guess but we know that Sir Elliot’s priorities are all self centered.
He definitely was, wasn’t he?
You think a certain general is involved?
I do have plans for a book that will include him yet!
OMG! That simply made my skin crawl. William Elliot… what a scum. He better be making that up. All you know what will happen if any part of it was true. Thanks for the link. I grabbed it. I can’t wait for the download. Yeah!! Blessings.
William Elliot is definitely a bad memory, isn’t he?