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have the opportunity. Most of Sella’s comments, and probably thoughts, were centered on the new Harper. Sella was not the only one, Menolly knew. If Menolly could think how silly all the Hold girls were being about Harper Elgion, it didn’t hurt so much to think about harpers in general.
Again she heard the fire lizards before she saw them. Their excited chirpings and squeals indicated something was upsetting them. She dropped to a crouch and crept to the edge of the bluff, overlooking the little beach. Only there wasn’t much beach left, and the fire lizards were hovering over a spot on the small margin of sand, almost directly below her.
She inched up to the edge, peering down. She could see the queen darting at the incoming waves as if she could stop them with her violently beating wings. Then she’d streak back, out of MenoU/s line of sight, while the rest of the creatures kept milling and swooping, rather like frightened herdbeasts running about aimlessly when wild wherries circled their herd. The queen was shrieking at the top of her shrill little voice, obviously trying to get them to do something. Unable to imagine what the emergency could be, Menolly leaned just a little further over the edge. The whole lip of the cliff gave way.
Clutching wildly at sea grasses, Menolly tried to prevent her fall. But the sea grass slipped cuttingly through her hand and she slid over the edge and down. She hit the beach with a force that sent a shock through her body. But the wet sand absorbed a good deal of the impact She lay where she’d fallen for a few minutes, trying to get her breath into her lungs and out again. Then she scrambled to her feet and crawled away from an incoming wave.
She looked up the side of the bluff, rather daunted by the fact that she’d fallen a dragon length or more. And how was she going to climb back up? But, as she examined the cliff face, she could see that it was not so unscalable as she’d first thought Almost straight up,
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yes, hut pocked by ledges and holds, some fairly large. If she could find enough foot and hand holds, she’d be able to make it. She dusted the sand from her hands and started to walk towards one end of the little cove, to begin a systematic search for the easiest way up.
She’d gone only a few paces when something dove at her, screeching in fury. Her hands went up to protect her face as the little queen came diving down at her. Now Menolly recalled the curious behavior of the fire lizards. The h’ttle queen acted as if she were protecting something from Menolly as well as the encroaching sea, and she looked about her. She was within handspans of stepping into a fire Lizard clutch.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I wasn’t lookingl Don’t be mad at me,” Menolly cried as the little fire lizard came at her again. “Pleasel StopI I won’t hurt them!”
To prove her sincerity, Menolly backtracked to the far end of the beach. TTiere she had to duck under a small overhang. When she looked around, there wasn’t a sign of the little queen, Menoll/s relief was shortlived, for how was she to find a way up the clifi if the little fire-lizard kept attacking her every time she approached the eggs. Menolly hunched down, trying to get comfortable in her cramped refuge.
Maybe if she kept away from the eggs? Menolly peered up the cliff directly above her. There were some likely looking holds. She eased herself out the far side, keeping one eye on the dutch, basking in the hot sun, and reached for the first ledge.
Immediately the fire lizard came at her.
“Oh, leave me alone! Owl Go away. I’m trying to.”
The fire lizard’s talons had raked her cheek.
“Pleasel I won’t hurt your eggs!”
The little queen’s next pass just missed Menolly, who ducked back under the ledge.
Blood oozed from the long scratch, and Menolly dabbed at it with the edge of her tunic.
“Haven’t you got any sense?” Menolly demanded of |; ier now invisible attacker. “What would I want with