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  1. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  2. PROLOGUE
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  46. EPILOGUE

“The child will be well enough on her own,” said Anton, and he added in a whisper not meant for Draca to hear, “See what you can find out. If Dimitri’s not around, go visit the chandler, Carlo. Tell him about the weapons. You can have the Widow Meadows look in on the girl.”

Draconas’s dragon ears caught every word. He picked up his bowl and went to wash it out, along with his spoon. Then he returned to his bed and crawled under the blanket. “I’m still feeling tired, Rosa. I think I’ll take a nap. Don’t worry about me.”

Rosa kissed the girl on the forehead. “The widow will check on you, and I’ll be back in time to cook your supper. Sweet dreams, Draca.”

Draconas closed his eyes and nestled beneath the covers. Anton departed. Rosa washed up the dishes and left shortly after, taking her marketing basket with her.

Draconas waited until he was certain that neither was coming back, and then he slipped out of bed. Cautiously, he opened the door and peered out into the street. The forge was adjacent to the house. He could smell the acrid scent of molten iron and see Anton’s broad back and shoulders silhouetted against the glare of the forge fire. The ringing sounds of Anton’s hammer echoed up and down the street, which was crowded with people heading back to work after their dinner break.

Draconas dashed out the door and quickly lost himself in the crowd. Behind him, an illusion of a little girl slumbered peacefully in the bed.

12

DRACONAS ROAMED THE STREETS OF DRAGONKEEP, MULLING OVER in his mind his conversation with Anton and Rosa and that pain in the backside, Malfiesto: Anora talking about armies, orders given to the blacksmith to produce large quantities of darts in a hurry. Draconas had been in human cities on the verge of war, and he remembered clearly the forge fires of the blacksmiths burning far into the night and the furious din of hammers pounding like war drums, turning out armor and swords, arrows and shields. Yet, he’d seen no soldiers in Dragonkeep.

The darts were to go to the palace. Only the monks were permitted to enter the palace. Was the army composed of mad, dart-flinging monks?

Draconas was familiar with the darts Anton was making—one such dart had felled Bellona.