with your pathetic Guardian powers-"
Jim started toward the dragon until Aisling ordered it back.
"I will tell you so that you know, once and for all, the truth of the matter. You must understand that I have always upheld what Baltic stood for-" His head turned enough so that his eyes flashed ebony at Gabriel. "He wanted the sept whole, complete again."
Beside me, Gabriel tensed, although his voice was mild in the extreme. "That will never happen, Kostya. My sept is content as it is."
The muscles in Kostya's jaw worked a couple of times before he continued. "Although Baltic's motives in fighting to regain what was once ours were correct, I began to doubt his method of ensuring success. When it became apparent that his goals had shifted to include domination over all the septs, I realized he was inflamed by the idea of power into conducting acts of war that were decimating the black dragon population. By the start of the eighteenth century, I knew Baltic must change his tactics or risk the total annihilation of the black dragons."
Bitterness filled his voice. I leaned against Gabriel, taking comfort from his warmth and strength.
"I gathered my guard together, and called up aid from allies. Drake came, along with a small group of green dragons who disobeyed an order from their wyvern. The blue dragons also sent members, although they were fewer. We met to reason with Baltic, but he..." Kostya paused, his voice suddenly hoarse. "He was mad. It was evident to all there that he would rather destroy the sept than give up his grandiose plan of domination of the weyr. I had no choice but to kill him. But it was too late-the silver dragons had chosen that same moment to strike, slaughtering all but a handful of black dragons."
"We did not attack unprovoked," Gabriel said through gritted teeth.
I put a hand on his arm, giving it a squeeze to remind him now was not the time to start another argument.
A look of sadness tinged Kostya's dark eyes for a moment before dissipating into his normally hostile, arrogant expression. "For my attempt to save my own sept, I was almost destroyed by the man for whom I was named, a traitor who set himself above the rule of the wyvern."
"Constantine Norka was a savior, not a traitor," Gabriel yelled, leaping to his feet. I leaped with him, pushing myself between him and Kostya. "He begged Baltic to end the foolish plan of dominating the weyr, but for his trouble Baltic named him ouroboros and cast him from the sept, claiming Ysolde as his."
"Ysolde?" Aisling asked Drake in a low voice.
"Constantine Norka's mate."
I looked up at Gabriel's face, touching his cheek. His eyes, burning with fury, bore into my own. "You can steal another dragon's mate?" I asked.
"It's possible, although not done frequently." His gaze shifted to Aisling for a moment. "It never used to be, that is."
"Ysolde was intended to be Baltic's mate. He had chosen her and she indicated she would accept him. But before she could, Norka stole her and made her his own mate, an underhanded trick I am not surprised you wish to keep from Mei Ling," Kostya answered with a sneer as he turned away.
"Baltic abused Ysolde!" Gabriel shouted. "She hated her life with him, and begged Constantine to take her away-"
"So you say. But we all know how much truth can be found in the words of a traitor," Kostya answered, a distinct baiting note in his voice.
"Before you boys get into another fight, why doesn't everyone sit down?" Aisling suggested.
"Sound advice," I said, nudging Gabriel back toward our couch. He gave way reluctantly. I was about to retake the seat beside him but thought better of it, plopping myself down on his lap instead. "To keep you from doing anything imprudent," I said with a kiss to his chin.
"Sweetie, I'm a little confused. Did you see the whole thing with Kostya and Baltic yourself, or just hear about it?" Aisling asked Drake.
Drake shot a look toward his brother. "I didn't actually see Kostya kill him, no."
"But the body-there must have been a body?"
Kostya turned his back on everyone and resumed his post at the window, as if dismissing us from his thoughts.
"When Baltic realized Kostya's intent, he used the castle bolt-hole to try to escape. The silver dragons had sieged Baltic's stronghold and were about to break down the last of the keep's defenses. Kostya caught Baltic in the caverns below and