a flower.
'This is an unpleasant place,' Edgewalker said as they swung right to take the formal approach, an avenue lined with low, rotted trees, each standing upended with the remnant roots clutching the air.
Cotillion shrugged. 'About as unpleasant as virtually anywhere else in this realm.'
'You might believe that, given you have none of the memories I possess. Terrible events, long, long ago, yet the echoes remain.'
'There is little residual power left here,' Cotillion said as they neared the two largest stones, and walked between them.
'That is true. Of course, that is not the case on the surface.'
'The surface? What do you mean?'
'Standing stones are always half-buried, Cotillion. And the makers were rarely ignorant of the significance of that. Overworld and underworld.'
Cotillion halted and glanced back, studying the upended trees lining the avenue. 'And this manifestation we see here is given to the underworld?'
'In a manner of speaking.'
'Is the overworld manifestation to be found in some other realm? Where one might see an inward-tilting ring of stones, and right-side-up trees?'
'Assuming they are not entirely buried or eroded to nothing by now. This circle is very old.'
Cotillion swung round again and observed the three dragons opposite them, each at the base of a standing stone, although their massive chains reached down into the rough soil, rather than into the weathered rock. Shackled at the neck and at the four limbs, with another chain wrapped taut behind the shoulders and wings of each dragon. Every chain drawn so tight as to prevent any movement, not even a lifting of the head. 'This,' Cotillion said in a murmur, 'is as you said, Edgewalker. An unpleasant place. I'd forgotten.'
'You forget every time,' Edgewalker said. 'Overcome by your fascination. Such is the residual power in this circle.'
Cotillion shot him a quick look. 'I am ensorcelled?'
The gaunt creature shrugged in a faint clatter of bones. 'It is a magic without purpose beyond what it achieves. Fascination ... and forgetfulness.'
'I have trouble accepting that. All sorcery has a desired goal.'
Another shrug. 'They are hungry, yet unable to feed.'
After a moment, Cotillion nodded. 'The sorcery belongs to the dragons, then. Well, I can accept that. Yet, what of the circle itself? Has its power died? If so, why are these dragons still bound?'
'Not dead, simply not acting in any manner upon you, Cotillion. You are not its intent.'
'Well enough.' He turned as Baran padded into view, swinging wide to avoid Edgewalker's reach, then fixing its attention on the dragons. Cotillion saw its hackles stiffen. 'Can you answer me this,' he said to Edgewalker, 'why will they not speak with me?'
'Perhaps you have yet to say anything worth a reply.'
'Possibly. What do you think the response will be, then, if I speak of freedom?'
'I am here,' said Edgewalker, 'to discover that for myself.'
'You can read my thoughts?' Cotillion asked in a low voice.
Baran's huge head slowly swung round to regard Edgewalker. The Hound took a single step closer to the creature.
'I possess no such omniscience,' Edgewalker calmly replied, seeming to take no notice of Baran's attention. 'Although to one such as you, it might appear so. But I have existed ages beyond your reckoning, Cotillion. All patterns are known to me, for they have been played out countless times before. Given what approaches us all, it was not hard to predict. Especially given your uncanny prescience.' The dead pits that were Edgewalker's eyes seemed to study Cotillion. 'You suspect, do you not, that dragons are at the heart of all that will come?'
Cotillion gestured at the chains. 'They reach through to the overworld presumably? And that warren is what?'
'What do you think?' Edgewalker countered.
'Try reading my mind.'
'I cannot.'
'So, you are here because you are desperate to know what I know, or even what I suspect.'
Edgewalker's silence was answer enough to that question. Cotillion smiled. 'I think I will make no effort to communicate with these dragons after all.'
'But you will, eventually,' Edgewalker replied. 'And when you do, I will be here. Thus, what does it avail you to remain silent now?'
'Well, in order to irritate you, I suppose.'
'I have existed ages beyond your—'
'So you have been irritated before, yes, I know. And will be again, without question.'
'Make your effort, Cotillion. Soon if not now. If you wish to survive what is to come.'
'All right. Provided you tell me the names of these dragons.'
A clearly grudging reply: 'As you wish—'
'And why they have been imprisoned here, and by whom.'
'That I cannot do.'
They studied each other, then Edgewalker cocked its head, and