"When you were a baby. A sky-dragon killed all my family save one, my infant sister. Later, he attempted to return her to me. But I knew she'd already been corrupted. I tried to kill you. To this day, I'm not certain what saved you. One moment I held a rock, preparing to smash your skull. Then I was struck unconscious by an unseen enemy. When I woke, you were gone. I was never certain of your fate."

Jandra's forehead wrinkled in confusion as she stared at the nude man. His body was crisscrossed by a hundred sc.r.a.pes and cuts, his hair hung around his face in tangles. There were clumps of horrible things in his beard that she didn't want identified. This was the leader of the rebels? He was so obviously insane, she couldn't believe anyone had ever listened to him.

"Wait a minute," Pet said. "Are you saying Jandra is your sister?"

"Once," said Ragnar. "Before the dragons stole her and infected her spirit. I've heard rumors over the years of a girl named Jandra being raised in the palace. She had the same name as my sister-I had blurted out her name to the dragon who'd stolen her. The powers attributed to the king's wizard, Vendevorex, were the same as those the sky-dragon displayed that night-command of fire and ice, and the power of invisibility. These are powers of the devil."

Jandra felt the hair rising on the back of her neck, at least where it wasn't clamped down by her genie. "My powers have nothing to do with the devil," she said defensively.

"Perhaps you believe this," Ragnar sighed. "I regret that I couldn't spare you such corruption, sister. The fact that you come here as a representative of dragons rather than standing for your own race is proof that you're beyond redemption."

Jandra felt like the room was spinning. Vendevorex had never told her of a brother-but, he'd never told her anything about her origins until she'd discovered it by chance. And the G.o.ddess had said an older brother had survived.

"She does kind of look like you," Shanna said, looking back and forth between the two. "Same color eyes. The lips are similar. The hair color's pretty close."

Jandra shuddered. She didn't look anything like Ragnar. Yes, they had a few superficial similarities, but it was impossible that she could be related to this brutish lunatic.

"If this is some kind of trick," she said, "it's not a very good one. Pet, what did you tell him about me?"

"I never mentioned you," said Pet.

"Can you prove this?" Jandra asked Ragnar. "Do you have any evidence that I'm your sister?"

"None," said Ragnar. "I lost everything that night. When I returned to the site of the fire, everything was burned, even the stones of the walls."

Jandra nodded. Vengeance of the Ancestors burned stone. How could he know this if he wasn't telling the truth?

"That night I made a vow to the Lord," said Ragnar. "I would never again cut my hair or wear clothes as long as dragons had the freedom to kill humans without consequence. I gave myself over as an instrument of G.o.d, allowing Him to guide me to this great day. Go and tell your master there will be no surrender. Tell them we will slaughter any dragon who comes near this place."

Jandra knew what Shandrazel would want if she went back with these terms. He would want Ragnar dead.

But what if Ragnar really was her brother?

She needed to get back outside, into the cool air. She needed time to think.

"I'll tell him," she said. "I should go."

"Wait," said Pet, grabbing her by the arm. "I want to come with you. I need to talk to Shandrazel."

"What?" she said. "Why? Shandrazel thinks you're a traitor. He'll kill you on sight."

"We both know you could protect me," he said.

"What can you possibly hope to accomplish?"

"I spent weeks listening to Shandrazel talk about his dreams for peace. I know what he wants more than anyone in this room. Make no mistake: I'm willing to die to keep Dragon Forge in the hands of humans. I'm not going there to compromise. But I think I know what I can say to him that will change his mind about retaking the city. If he believes half the words he's said, he'll listen to me."

"You cannot speak to that serpent," said Ragnar. "I forbid it!"

"I take my orders from Burke," said Pet. "He's the one who made me commander of the sky-wall team. If you have a problem, go talk to him."

"Talk to me about what?" a faint voice asked as a chill breeze swept through the room. Jandra looked into the kitchen. In the doorway, there was a man sitting in a strange contraption that was half-chair, half-wagon. His right leg jutted straight out before him, immobilized by steel rods. His eyes were red, as if he'd been crying, and he was squinting, as if he couldn't see well. His wheeled chair was being pushed by a woman only a little older than Jandra. She was tall, dressed in dark buckskin. She stared at Jandra with an unnerving directness, like a cat watching a bird.

"Burke," Pet said. "This is Jandra. She's a representative of Shandrazel. The dragons want to talk."

"I bet they do," Burke said through clenched teeth. He was obviously in horrible pain.

"I know Shandrazel personally," Pet said. "I want to talk to him. I don't think there's anyone in this fort better qualified to give him our demands."

"We have no demands!" Ragnar shouted, waving his fist at Pet. "We have victory! We have Dragon Forge! Let him send his armies against us! We shall crush them! As the days pa.s.s, the forge will provide our armies with better weapons, better armor, and machines of war the likes of which no dragon has ever seen! The end days of Revelations are upon us. When next we march from this fortress, it will be to drive the dragons into the sea!"

Burke closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose as Ragnar ranted. He seemed to be thinking over Pet's proposal rather than listening to the prophet.

"Ragnar's right," Burke said, at last. He sounded quite rational. "We have no demands. The dragons are only willing to talk because they're scared."

Jandra found herself worried that she'd given these people false hope. Shandrazel wasn't truly interested in talking, either. But, perhaps if Pet could talk to him? Maybe Pet really did know Shandrazel well enough to persuade him to return to a path of peace.

Jandra walked over to Burke. The woman behind Burke lowered her hands to the hilt of her sword.

"Sir, you sound like a rational man. You look like you're in pain. I can heal your leg with my magic if you let Pet go talk to Shandrazel. I can use my powers on all the wounded here in Dragon Forge if that will help avoid further bloodshed."

"Magic?" Burke answered with a sneer. "Girl, I'm the last person you should talk to about magic. I know who you are. You're that girl Vendevorex raised. He was either a p.a.w.n of the Atlanteans, or a p.a.w.n of the G.o.ddess. In either case, if you've been raised by him, you're no friend of mankind."

"I'm n.o.body's p.a.w.n," said Jandra. "If you know about the G.o.ddess, you may be interested in learning that she's dead. Bitterwood killed her with one of her own weapons."

Burke raised an eyebrow. "Do tell. Bitterwood? He's still alive?"

"Yes."

"Huh," Burke said. He shifted in his chair as he contemplated this news. He winced at this minor movement. "You know, girl, if you'd told me anyone else had killed the G.o.ddess, I'd tell you you'd been tricked. My ancestors fought that high-tech witch many times, and thought she was dead more than once. But if I've ever met anyone up to the task of killing her, it was Bant."

"So, I'm not a p.a.w.n," said Jandra.

"Not her p.a.w.n," said Burke. "But, if you possess Atlantean technology and aren't staying in this fort to fight for the freedom of mankind, then you're a p.a.w.n of the dragons. From what I know of Vendevorex, he had access to machines I can only dream about. If you possess a tenth of his knowledge, you have the power to change the world. Technology was mankind's greatest compet.i.tive advantage in the Darwinian struggle for survival. If the G.o.ddess hadn't crippled mankind, the dragons never could have risen to where they are today. If we still had gunpowder, the last dragon would have vanished ages ago. If you possess advanced technology, why aren't you sharing it? Why do you allow your fellow men to grub around in the dirt to survive, rather than helping us rise once more to our rightful role as masters of this world?"

Jandra frowned. Burke was trying to make her feel guilty, but his use of the phrase masters of this world masters of this world made her wonder if Jazz had been right. Maybe mankind couldn't be trusted with the power she commanded. made her wonder if Jazz had been right. Maybe mankind couldn't be trusted with the power she commanded.

"I don't need you to heal my leg, Jandra," Burke said, his bloodshot eyes burning into her. "If you want to use your 'magic,' heal the world. Lift mankind back to the top of the food chain."

Jandra sighed. This was more than she could think about at the moment, and didn't seem to address the immediate crisis at hand. "There's no reason dragons and men can't share this world. We're intelligent beings. We can talk this out. Let Pet come back with me."

Pet nodded in agreement. "Let me take my best shot."

Burke sat quietly, looking past Pet and Jandra toward the fireplace in the next room. He looked tired.

"Go," he said at last. "I guess it can't hurt to hear what the big lizard has to say."

As they left the house, Pet lingered until Jandra had stepped into the street. Then he turned and fixed his eyes on Shanna. He'd worked many years on the ability to communicate his innermost desires to women with a single glance. Unspoken words pa.s.sed between them. He held his hand open, as if to catch something. the house, Pet lingered until Jandra had stepped into the street. Then he turned and fixed his eyes on Shanna. He'd worked many years on the ability to communicate his innermost desires to women with a single glance. Unspoken words pa.s.sed between them. He held his hand open, as if to catch something.

Shanna understood. She moved to the table where she'd placed her belt. She loosened the sheath that held her poisoned dagger. She tossed the sheathed weapon toward Pet, who s.n.a.t.c.hed it from the air, then spun smoothly on his heel to follow Jandra. He stuffed the dagger into the back of his pants, beneath his filthy cloak. Jandra wouldn't be the only one this night in command of an unseen power.

Chapter Thirty-Two:.

That Strange Land to Which We Must Journey

Jandra and Pet walked through the snow-covered night in uncomfortable silence. She found it difficult to look at him; his once fine face was now ruined. She knew she could heal him; he must also know this. But he hadn't asked her to restore his looks. Somehow, in this most serious of times, it struck her as an insufferably trivial subject to bring up. walked through the snow-covered night in uncomfortable silence. She found it difficult to look at him; his once fine face was now ruined. She knew she could heal him; he must also know this. But he hadn't asked her to restore his looks. Somehow, in this most serious of times, it struck her as an insufferably trivial subject to bring up.

A driving wind cut down from the north. Pale patches of moonlight dappled the ground as the sky churned. Countless gaps in the breaking clouds opened and just as quickly closed.

In the end, it was Pet who spoke first. "I don't think you look all that much like Ragnar."

He said the words in an almost comforting tone, as if he sensed that the matter was weighing heavy upon her.

"I don't either, but it's not impossible that he's my brother," she said. "I guess I could use my powers to learn the truth. Compare our cells and find out how closely they match. But what if it's true? What then?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I used to dream of having a human family. I saw the way that Ruth and Eve were so close. I envied the intimate bond they had as sisters. The way they knew that they were bound by blood to the best friend they would ever have. So what if Ragnar is my brother? I can't possibly feel that same connection. It's pretty obvious he loathes me. If I want the companionship of an irrational, dragon-hating fanatic, I can go hang out with Bitterwood."

Pet laughed. "Killing Albekizan didn't mellow him?"

"Did you know he eats the tongues of dragons?" Jandra asked. "I mean, he was preaching to me about how I shouldn't trust sun-dragons because they eat people, and then he cuts out Blasphet's tongue and eats it for dinner!"

"Wait, Blasphet? He killed Blasphet?"

"Oh, right. There's a lot to fill you in on. And, just looking at your face, I'm guessing you have a lot to tell me."

Pet cut her a glance that wasn't exactly angry, but it let her know she'd crossed a line. He said, "If Ragnar is your brother, at least you can find out your family history. You don't even know your family name. You might still have cousins out there, aunts and uncles and grandparents. You never know."

"How about you, Pet?" Jandra asked. "You've never mentioned your family."

He shrugged. "I'm a thoroughbred. I know my lineage. I know who sired me, and the mother I came out of. I know I have five half-brothers, six half-sisters, and two full-blood sisters. But dragon favorites don't really have family lives. I went to live with Chakthalla when I was five. She thought young humans were cute, in the same way you might think a puppy is cute."

"Oh," said Jandra. She'd known this, of course. Many dragons over the years had a.s.sumed she was Vendevorex's pet. She'd never really understood before how Pet and she shared such a common experience of being raised by dragons rather than humans.

"I'm not the most introspective person in the world," Pet said. "But looking back, when I think about all the women I seduced, I feel really bad. I used my finely bred looks and Chakthalla's wealth to earn the affection of tavern wenches."

"From the way you bragged about it, I thought you saw that as sort of a privilege."

"That was an element of it," said Pet. "On a deeper level, I was seducing women because it made me feel human. I craved human companionship. Chakthalla would never have allowed me true love, or life-long mating. As long as I was still her faithful pet and could breed with other pets, she didn't care about my trysts. All my little conquests were a subst.i.tute for a love I could never experience."

Jandra felt an unexpected sympathy well up within her at these words.

"Perhaps you should try introspection more often," she said. "It suits you."

"Until now, when I've looked inside myself, I've found nothing there," he said. "I was so empty, Jandra. But, fighting at Dragon Forge, I feel as if something has filled me. The human bond I could never find sleeping with the village women-I feel it, at last, with my fellow men. I would gladly give my life to save anyone in that fortress."

"Even Ragnar?"

"Especially Ragnar," said Pet. "He's the will that drives our army. And Burke... Burke is the brains."

"And what are you?"

"I'm just a soldier," said Pet. "And it suits me."

"Well, now you're an amba.s.sador," she said. "Let's hope you're up to that role as well."

Pet said nothing as the clouds above continued to roil.

Invisibly, Jandra led Pet toward Shandrazel's tent. There were angry shouts coming from inside. Was that Hex's voice? Pet toward Shandrazel's tent. There were angry shouts coming from inside. Was that Hex's voice?

Jandra pushed aside the tent flap. The interior of the vast room was cold, but still a welcome sanctuary from the winter wind. As she dropped her invisibility, the two sun-dragons at the center of the room looked toward her. Shandrazel looked unhappy.

"Have I interrupted something?" she asked.

"Nothing important," said Hex.

"It's nothing important only because my brother believes that nothing is important," said Shandrazel. "He advocates letting the world spin into chaos. He's willing to enumerate the faults of the world, but unwilling to do a thing to fix them."

Hex calmly said, "I've long maintained that anyone who thinks they have the right to fix the world is doomed to failure by their own arrogance."

Shandrazel dismissively waved his fore-talon, as if trying to clear the air of such a preposterous utterance. "This discussion has ended. I see you've brought back a fellow human, Jandra. Do you plan to introduce our unexpected guest?"

Pet pulled back the hood of his cloak, revealing his face.

Shandrazel's eyes widened.

"I need no introduction, sire," Pet said.

"How... how did you get here?" Shandrazel asked. "Are you fighting for the rebels?"