He pulled himself up on the creature’s back, settled himself behind Iridal. She gave the command and the dragon sprang into the air, wings lifted and flapped, bearing them upward. Hugh did not waste time searching to see if he could find the magus. That was futile. Trian was too good. The question was: would he follow them? or simply wait for his dragon to return and report?
Hugh smiled grimly, leaned forward. “Where are we bound?”
“To my dwelling. To pick up provisions.”
“No, we’re not.” Hugh spoke loudly, to be heard over the rush of the wind, the beating of the dragon’s wings. “You have money? Barls? With the king’s stamp?”
“Yes,” Iridal replied. The dragon’s flight was erratic, wild. The wind tore at Iridal’s cloak, her white hair blew free, was like a cloud around her face.
“We’ll buy what we need,” Hugh told her. “From this moment, Lady Iridal, you and I disappear. A pity the night is so clear,” he added, glancing about. “A rainstorm would be a useful thing about now.”
“A storm can be conjured,” said Iridal, “as you well know. I may not have much skill over dragons, but wind and rain are a different matter. How shall we find our way, then?”
“By the feel of the wind on my cheek,” said Hugh, grinning at her. He slid forward, put out his arms—one on either side of Iridal—and reached for the reins. “Summon your storm, Lady.”
“Is this necessary?” she asked, stirring uneasily at the Hand’s overwhelming nearness, his body pressed against hers, his strong arms encircling her. “I can manage the dragon. You give me the directions.”
“Wouldn’t work,” said Hugh. “I fly by feel; don’t even think about it, most of the time. Lean back against me. You’ll stay dryer. Relax, Lady. We’ve a long journey ahead of us this night. Sleep, if you can. Where we’re going, there won’t be many nights ahead of us when you’ll be able to afford the luxury.”
Iridal sat stiff and rigid a moment longer, then, with a sigh, she sank back against Hugh’s breast. He shifted himself to better accommodate her, tightened his arms around her more securely.
He grasped the reins with a firm, experienced grip. The dragon, sensing skilled hands, calmed down and flew evenly.
Iridal spoke the words of magic beneath her breath, words that snatched high drifting clouds from the sky far above them, brought fog down to wrap around them, a damp and misty blanket. Rain began to fall.
“I can’t keep this up long,” she said, feeling herself growing drowsy. The rain pelted softly on her face. She burrowed deeper into Hugh’s arms.
“Doesn’t need to be long.”
Trian likes his comforts, Hugh thought. He won’t chase us through a rainstorm, especially when he figures out where we’re headed.
“You’re afraid of being followed, aren’t you?” Iridal said.
“Let’s just say I don’t like to take chances,” Hugh responded.
They flew through the storm and the night in silence so warm and comfortable that both were loath to disturb it. Iridal could have asked more questions—she knew well enough that the monks would not be likely to follow them. Who else did he fear? But she didn’t say anything.
She had promised not to and she meant to keep that promise. She was glad he’d put such restrictions on her, in fact. She didn’t want to ask, didn’t want to know.
She rested her hand over her bosom, over the feather amulet that she wore hidden beneath her gown, the amulet that put her in mental contact with her child. She had not told him about that, nor would she. He would disapprove, would probably be angry. But she would not break this link with her child —lost to her once, now blessedly found.
Hugh has his secrets, she said to herself. I will keep mine.
Resting in his arms, glad of his strength and sheltering presence, Iridal let go of the past with its bitter sorrows and even more bitter self-recriminations, let go of the future with its certain peril. She let go of both as easily as she had let go the reins, allowing someone else to steer, to guide. There would come a time when she would need to grasp hold of them again, perhaps even fight for control. But until then, she could do what Hugh suggested—relax, sleep.