“Yes, of course, my lord,” she said, dazed, and with a curtsy, fled.
It would have helped had she been angry at Douglas for so burdening her, but—no. Upon consideration, Sophia found that he’d said nothing she wouldn’t have said in his place, as incongruous as it was to think of Cathal and her brothers in anything like the same context. She kept silent, therefore, and worried, and when she had finished her packing and there was nothing else to do, she prayed that if she couldn’t succeed, at least her failure might not doom Cathal and his kin.
And then it was the night of their departure, the sky thick with clouds and Cathal waiting in the clearing where she’d first seen him transform. Sophia had embraced and kissed Alice already, and her eyes were still red from that leave-taking. She was glad of the poor light, particularly since Douglas was also there, a sturdy length of rope coiled between his hands.
“We don’t have riders often,” Cathal said with an apologetic gesture. “I don’t have much to hang on to. But I won’t let you fall. You’ve my word on that.”
“You don’t need to give it,” said Sophia, wanting to say more with those green eyes holding hers, unable to do so perhaps even if Douglas hadn’t been standing there. “I… We’ll speak again when we arrive, I’m sure.”
The transformation was as fast as it had been before, though slightly less painful to watch, as if bits of her mind had started to relent. She wasclearlyset on looking at things human beings weren’t meant to see, they seemed to say, so who were they to interfere? Sophia still saw little, or little that she could recall: there was Cathal, and then there was…dragon-Cathal, putting his neck down so that Douglas could tie the rope around it.
He made many knots in it, and complicated shapes, so that the end result was a kind of harness, with loops for hands and feet and a larger circle for the waist. “It’d be best if you still held firmly,” Douglas said when he was done, “but this should take your weight if your arms grow tired. Ready?”
Sophia stepped forward in answer, not trusting her voice. That Cathal wouldn’t deliberately hurt her remained as true as it had been, but now, close up, she was aware of just how horrible a sudden clumsy move on his part could be for her. He might have been aware of it too, for he might have been a statue as she got herself into the makeshift harness.
No statue was ever so warm, though, save in the hottest of summer noons, and a statue wouldn’t have thrummed beneath her with—breath? Heartbeat? Both? Trying to figure it out stopped some of her fear. Heedless of indelicacy, which might not even apply in this instance, she leaned forward against Cathal’s neck, wrapping her arms as far around it as she could get. That helped too.
“Very well,” she said before she could lose her nerve.
“Be careful, both of you,” said Douglas.
The huge body beneath her gathered itself. For the space of a heartbeat, Sophia felt the bunching muscles. Knowing what was to come, she held her breath. Then they were shooting upward, and the ground below trying to tug them back down, apullthat she could actually and unexpectedly feel. As the harness jerked tight around her body, she clutched at Cathal’s neck, trusting that she wouldn’t do any damage that way and desperate for a handhold.
Immense wings snapped out behind her, pushing the evening air back behind them with small thunderclaps. The wind streamed past Sophia’s face, yanking her hair out of its confinements and sending it snarling behind her, and she shut her eyes against the pain of it. Just as well, for she couldn’t bear to look down.
This is normal. He’s done this before.
And yet, had he done it with a passenger? And how would she know if all was proceeding normally? She had no way to speak with Cathal, and even such information as his expression in dragon form might give her was now invisible, as all she could have seen with her eyes open was the back of his head.
The rope was holding. They were still going upward. Sophia clung to those facts as she clung to Cathal himself. She would have screamed, she was sure, despite her best intentions, save that her body refused to move even that much. Instead, she rode upward, silent, frozen, and rigid.
When a cold mist enveloped her, she did force her eyes open, just long enough to see a gray fog surrounding them.
Fog?
No—clouds.
They’d talked about flying above the clouds—the plan had depended on it—but Sophia hadn’t fully comprehended that until just that moment, when she looked left and right to find herself in a place no human she’d heard of had ever been.
“Oh,” she said, or rather, her lips made the sound. If terror and speed hadn’t taken her breath away, wonder would have.
“Oh,” she repeated, a moment later, as they broke through the clouds and a sky full of stars spread out over her head, closer and more brilliant than she’d ever dreamed of seeing them, with the clouds smooth and gray below. Her grip didn’t loosen, nor did her heartbeat slow, and the copper taste of fear still flooded her mouth, but now fear had a rival in wonder.
Cathal’s flight shifted then, slowing and becoming level. The wings beat less often, though louder each time, and the pull of the earth slackened. Sophia felt the pressure of the rope decrease, though it was still a comforting weight, and the wind died down. They’d reached the height Cathal had wanted, she thought; they’d put the clouds between them and any observers on the ground. Now they were going forward.
For the first time since they’d left the ground, she took a deep breath. Breathing was hard here, but no worse than it had been crossing some mountain passes. The air around her was very cold, despite her layers of clothing and Cathal’s proximity, and she knew this was no place for humans to remain very long.
But oh, it was beautiful.
Above her she could see Arcturus and Leo, Castor and Pollux: old friends from summer nights, but never as clear as this, nor as bright. Around the constellations, other stars glittered against the rich blue of the night sky. Sophia thought that she felt their light as well as saw it. She was almost vain enough to believe it greetings and best wishes for her journey, and even knowing herself to be insignificant, she sat up enough to smile in return, though waving would have meant freeing a hand from the harness.
She discovered that her balance was sounder than she’d feared. Cathal’s neck where she sat was no wider than the back of a horse, but neither was it narrower, and in level flight like this he barely moved. Once in a while he would turn or bank with the wind; betimes he’d rise and fall with a draft; but the movements were, to Sophia, very slow and steady. There was only the wind blowing past her face to remind her what a pace they truly were setting.
Around her, all was starlight—and silence, for no birds ventured to such a height. She was alone, save for Cathal and the stars, but she felt no loneliness. As they went on, even fear fell away from her, lost in the clouds below.
It was not that she knew herself safe. Even assuming that she and Cathal landed without incident,safewouldn’t be true for days, if that. Up above the clouds, she couldn’t feel that it mattered.
Should I die, at least I’ll have seen this. I’ll have been here. Whatever Valerius does to me,thisis worth any price.
