VIII
Dux Dracorum
‘The Leader of Dragons’
It was fortunate that it was early when they left the sacred pool, for Briana had forgotten how long a journey it was across the moor to get to her ancestral fortress. She had not seen Din Tagell in many years, but she could still picture it in her mind, hear the way the winds rushed about the castle rock, smell the salt-sea air everywhere. It was a dream, as was travelling over the great moor to get there.
“This land is unlike any I’ve ever seen,” Adara said to her as they drove along the ancient highway over the moor.
Briana smiled “This was where Einion and I rode and hunted as children. We always found something new to explore. That was before any plague, and the wyrm was simply a story.”
As she spoke, Lucius looked ahead to the place whe
