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    Cardoney

    By Robert A.V. Jacobs

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    This book is an Omnibus edition of two books
    'The Yellow Dragon' and
    'The Diamond Sword of Tor'

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRobert A.V. Jacobs
    Release dateJun 25, 2013
    ISBN9781301394463
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      Cardoney - Robert A.V. Jacobs

      Cardoney

      The Yellow Dragon

      and

      The Diamond Sword of Tor

      Cardoney

      Copyright 2012 Robert A.V. Jacobs

      Published by

      Robert A.V. Jacobs

      Cover Background Image by freeimages.co.uk

      This is an omnibus edition and contains ‘The Yellow Dragon’ and ‘The Diamond Sword of Tor’

      Smashwords edition

      Smashwords Edition, License Notes

      This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This eBook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy.

      Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      This book is written in ‘English’ English, so there may be some differences in spelling to other international forms of English.

      Internet sites quoted in this book were active at the time of writing. No responsibility is taken for web sites that cease to exist or discontinue the stated articles.

      This book is a work of fiction and all characters are fictitious or are portrayed fictitiously. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

      Whether any of my scientific statements bear any relationship to actual fact is most unlikely.

      This book contains adult material

      Also by Robert A.V. Jacobs

      Children’s fiction, ten years of age and upwards:

      Daisy Weal

      Daisy Weal and the Monster

      Daisy Weal and Sir Charles

      Daisy Weal and the Last Crenian

      Dauntless

      The Adventures of Daisy Weal (Omnibus edition, containing four of the books in the series)

      Grandpa’s Shed

      Short Stories in the Daisy Weal series

      (Only Available as ebooks):

      Daisy Weal and the Grelflin

      Daisy Weal and the Weenies

      Daisy Weal and the Millions

      Daisy Weal and the Face

      Daisy Weal and the Secret

      Daisy Weal and the Disaster

      Daisy Weal and the Ghost

      Daisy Weal and the Figment

      Young Adult and Adult Fiction:

      The Lost Starship

      The Star Queen

      The Yellow Dragon

      The Diamond Sword of Tor

      Speaker (A selection of short stories)

      Adult Science Fiction:

      As a Consequence

      Taldi’na

      Adult Detective/Murder Mysteries:

      Dexxman

      The Disappearance of Natalie Firth

      Time to Die

      A Promise to Doreen

      Almost Enough

      Non-fiction:

      Sudoku, Food for the Mind

      Table of Contents

      Also By

      A Note from the Author

      Book One: The Yellow Dragon

      Foreword

      Chapter One: Erun

      Chapter Two: The Egg

      Chapter Three: Lelia

      Chapter Four: Death of a Prince

      Chapter Five: Solon of Pintor

      Chapter Six: Dragon Rider

      Chapter Seven: Together

      Chapter Eight: Alliance

      Chapter Nine: Dame Eloise

      Chapter Ten: The New Ambassador

      Chapter Eleven: Allies

      Chapter Twelve: Serena of Amtor

      Chapter Thirteen: Free Dragons

      Chapter Fourteen: The Wizard

      Book Two: The Diamond Sword of Tor

      Chapter One: Missing

      Chapter Two: South

      Chapter Three: The Dragon Inn

      Chapter Four: Messages

      Chapter Five: Followed

      Chapter Six: The Diamond Sword

      Chapter Seven: Dragon Hold

      Chapter Eight: A Price for Kaylo

      Chapter Nine: Obsession

      Chapter Ten: A Price for Cargan

      Chapter Eleven: Treachery

      Chapter Twelve: Invasion

      Chapter Thirteen: Reinforcements

      Chapter Fourteen: The Return of the Sword

      Chapter Fifteen: The Death of a Sword

      Epilogue

      Why not write a review?

      Character List

      About the Author

      A Note from the Author

      ‘The Yellow Dragon’ and ‘The Diamond Sword of Tor’ were a departure from my normal books, but the idea of Magic and Dragons intrigued me. I have tried where possible, to create my own world into which dragons and magic have been introduced. I hope that I have succeeded.

      Perhaps my pimply youth and accidental hero may not be an absolutely unique idea, nor the way in which the Mage wields his magic, or the fact that dragons always save the day, but I hope that I have put the story together a little differently to reflect my individual style.

      For your convenience, I have combined both of the titles in this one book. I hope that you enjoy this experiment almost as much as I did.

      Book One:

      The Yellow Dragon

      Forward

      The bronze dragon’s feet were tangled in the net. She tried valiantly to lift, but the net was strong, and held her near the ground. After several attempts, she gave up and settled back down. She had exhausted her flame gasses a few minutes before, in the battle with another dragon. Both had been too good and had managed to evade the other until both could flame no more. Such a conflict was unusual where no riders were involved, and she could not help but wonder what had provoked this one. She had sent thoughts to it, but it had not replied, rather its savagery had increased. In the end she had given up trying to reason with it and, instead, turned her efforts to staying alive

      The other dragon had fled away to the west, with a badly scorched wing and one leg so damaged that it would certainly have difficulty in landing. As soon as she was sure that it was gone, she had settled to the ground to rest before starting to hunt for food to build up her strength again. She was tired, and failed to see the dragon slayer, until it was too late and he had entangled her feet in his net, then ran clear. She roared her rage that she could not roast him, but was forced to sit and wait for the inevitable.

      Neither of them said anything, knowing that nothing said could change her fate. The dragon slayer came around to her front, and unsheathed a long, broad bladed double edged steel sword. He appeared to be a strong muscled human, capable of applying considerable power to his sword. Several times he danced away out of range of her striking head then, seeing his chance as it passed him, he leapt forward and thrust the sword with all of his power.

      The sword passed through her scales as if they had not been there, and then penetrated completely up to its hilt in her chest. He thought it was enough and did not move away fast enough. Her jaws snapped back, more in reflex than intent, and with one swift and simple movement they clamped down on his head and took it from his body.

      She had been ready to lay her egg for almost a day now, and had been searching for a suitable and remote place where she could do so in safety. But now, the shock and pain of the sword stroke caused her muscles to spasm, and she felt the egg slipping from her. She pressed down to assist it, but she had no strength, and it only emerged halfway. She had nothing left, not even the strength to spit the head from her mouth.

      Darkness was approaching. Her child would still be born she vowed, and to do that it would need a rider. She gathered all that she was and all of the magic that she possessed, and sent it into the sword. Before darkness took her, her final thoughts sought outwards and sensed a human approaching through the woods. She touched his mind, found him to be special and reached into it with a suggestion.

      Chapter One

      Erun

      Erun Oncant was on the run. Well not from the law or anything like that, but from his mum. He had been given a simple task to carry out, but other things had got in the way. It had been close, but he had managed to escape with his life, or more correctly his backside, intact. So his only problem now was the difficulty he always found in judging when it was safe to go back home. The last twice had been a disaster, and sitting down in comfort had been a problem for days after that. This time though, he thought he would wait a bit longer.

      He was fifteen coming on sixteen, and felt that he was a bit old to be taking such punishment from his mother, but sooner her than his dad. So he put up with it, making loads of shouting noises as it took place, and then pretending that the damage inflicted was much worse than it really was.

      Living in a Castle was alright, even if it was only a couple of rooms in the lowest reaches that he shared with his mum and dad. His mum was a Castle skivvy, and his dad a stable man. Both of those were pretty lowly jobs, but his parents took a pride in their work, which is all that really mattered.

      The Kingdom, even though it was the smallest of all those known, was reasonably well off in that more money came into it than went out most of the time. The castle had been built in the times when it had been pretty dangerous out there. It was large, spacious, very heavily built, and to all of the Kings of Cardoney better than a palace any day. It may have looked large and foreboding from the outside, but on the inside no money had been spared to make it fit to be the home of the King.

      Erun had never felt the need to lower his head before any man, except for the King of course, and the King’s Mage, and the Swordmaster, oh and a couple of the Castle guards who took a delight in clouting him round the head if he didn’t. But absolutely no one else, well maybe a little nod to the scholars who tutored the Kings sons, but that was only because they tutored him as well, and it did not pay to show them disrespect.

      He was almost six years old when the King had summoned his mother and Father into the royal presence. He had explained to them that even if they were the lowest of his servants, he appreciated their diligence, and as a reward for their long years of complaint free service, their son would be tutored along with his own.

      He is actually a pretty good King, all things considered, thought Erun, he certainly looks after his subjects.

      The King’s two sons were not bad either, though Darthbold did tend to strut a bit, and was not as studious as his brother Nordlight. Both were good to him, even spending time to help him with things that he found difficult to understand. They gave up in despair when it came to swords though, declaring for all to hear that he was pathetic and should stick to books. The laugh in their words belied the sting of the truth in them.

      He sauntered through the trees, idly swinging a stick at the undergrowth as he went. He imagined that this stick was a sword, made of the shiny new metal. Double edged, he reckoned, so that he could decapitate his foe on the backstroke if he happened to miss with the first swing. He did reflect though, that even if it had ten edges it would probably make little difference, and it would be his head lying on the ground within seconds of any confrontation.

      So to make any difference, it would have to be a magic one, because he had begun to accept the reports from his Swordmaster which said, quote: Erun will be an expert swordsman when he’s about ninety unquote. This acceptance was reinforced by the numerous bruises he received in embarrassing places, from the wooden practice sword wielded by the Swordmaster. The first time, he had entangled himself in the scabbard as he tried to draw the sword, and fell flat on his face. He would never forget that one. That day there had been dozens of people in the practice hall, and the laughter didn’t die down for half an hour.

      Let’s face it Erun, he said to himself, you are rubbish with a blade.

      Magic had always fascinated him though, and he read everything that he could find on the subject. He spent hours watching and trying to emulate the Mage, but had given up many years ago when nothing that he did ever worked. Not only did it not work, there was no discernible reaction to anything he chanted. So to be in possession of a magic sword, would probably mean that it would stop working the moment it was in his hand. He shrugged his shoulders, and went back to swinging his stick.

      The woods he was in had been cut back from the Castle so that it was further than an arrow’s flight away, and thinned out towards the edges so that an invading army would have difficulty in remaining concealed. Undergrowth had not been allowed to develop in these areas, but did thicken considerably as he moved further into the denser part of the forest.

      He knew he would have to start back in an hour. He could avoid his mother, but his tutors were another thing altogether. He checked the sun’s height, made a mental calculation of where it should be in an hour, and pressed on through the trees. It would not be wise to go too far though or their denseness would interfere with his view.

      He was about to turn back when something touched his mind, and a thought made him look to his right. A glint in the undergrowth caught his eye, and being curious he angled his approach toward it, using his stick to clear the thicker tangle that he came up against.

      He stopped dead. The glint was gone, but in its place were two massive fiery eyes and a mouth only slightly smaller than he was, full of rather large and very sharp teeth. He was about to start walking very quietly backwards when he noticed that the eyes, though red and balefully glaring at him, seemed to be without that spark which would have told him that they were alive.

      He moved forward quietly, taking each step carefully to make sure he didn’t step on any dead twigs, in an effort to reduce the noise that he was making. As he got closer he gasped as its full majesty came into view,

      "Dragon!" he shouted involuntarily and then clapped his hand over his mouth, hoping to silence the words that had already left it.

      He sighed with relief. He could see now that it was dead, so he moved forward more boldly. It was a giant creature bronze in colour, and at least thirty feet long with a wingspan that must have been a good sixty feet, tip to tip. It was elegant and beautiful, even in death.

      Lying in front of it was a man’s body minus head, but his hand had obviously just fallen away from the hilt of a sword that was buried, right up to that hilt, in the dragon’s chest just below the breast bone. The crushed head was still in the creature’s mouth, and must have been its final act before it died.

      Erun could not even start to imagine, the power that it must have taken to make that sword thrust. He could see that it had split one of the dragon’s scales, and despite the strength of those, it had still penetrated to its hilt.

      He walked slowly around the dragon, noticing that there were no harness or saddle marks. This one was a free dragon. He had not heard of one of these for years, the last time must have been when he was eight. They were very rare and getting rarer all the time, being hunted down in the way that they were. He thought it was a shame, particularly when their only crime was to take a few sheep now and then, and they had stopped being a threat to men years ago if they were left alone.

      He looked back at the body of the man, and thought that here was one dragon slayer who would not be killing any more of these magnificent beasts. He walked on past the legs, which were entangled in a large net, and the immense danger in those was clear to see, given the fifteen to twenty centimetre claws which adorned each toe.

      Shuddering, and feeling intensely relieved that he had not been here during its last few minutes of life, he moved on past the crumpled wings, noting where each was bent downwards in the middle as an aid to folding, and in fact for balance when the dragon was on the ground. A thirty to forty centimetre claw was evident at the leading edge of each joint. The wings were not feathered, but more a membrane stretched over bone and muscle, making them more like the wings of a bat than a bird.

      When he got to the back of the beast, he could see that it had made one final effort before it had died, and an egg had been half laid. It was large, being about the size of a sheep, and green/white in colour. It looked just like nothing other than what it was, but somehow he knew it was alive. It would have to be removed from the dragon if it was to survive, and if it took all that he had, it would surely do just that. He began to cast about for a suitable branch to use as a lever to free it, but there was nothing close by. He noticed a suitable piece of wood, which had obviously broken off when the dragon landed, or it may even have been during its struggles to free itself, on the other side of the clearing.

      He was just making his mind up to go round the dragon and retrieve it, when the mighty dragon shuddered and the egg slipped fully free, almost knocking him over as it rolled to rest.

      He stepped back hastily. It was still alive!

      "You need not fear me. I am Corella, and I brought you here. The sword is holding my life in its hands," a voice whispered into his mind, Take the egg and hide it in a warm place. I am free, but my daughter must bond if she is to survive.

      "What?" he thought.

      "Don’t think, listen and act, my time is short."

      Ookaay, he stuttered aloud.

      "Take the egg. Hold it to you and a bond will form. Not quite love in the way that you understand it. It’s much deeper than that. Her life will be yours and yours hers. You will be her rider."

      The dragon took a shuddering breath,

      "Then take the sword. It will be difficult, but I can see that you are strongly made. You will be able to do it. When you take it, you will take my life in the most literal sense of the word. What is left of me will be in that sword, and none but your hand may wield it. It will be what you want it to be."

      There was another breath, another pause.

      "Now do as I say human, then go to your fate, and leave me to mine."

      Erun went to the egg, glancing up at the sun as he did so. There was little time left, and he would have to start back soon. He hunkered down beside it, and wrapped his arms around it as much as he was able. He had expected sparks, fireworks, and lightning in his mind, but there was nothing apart from a feeling of physical warmth from the egg.

      With a considerable amount of effort he managed to lift the egg, and staggered towards a stand of closely packed trees, whose bases were obscured by tight and tangled undergrowth. He found a space large enough between roots to force the egg inside, and crawled in beside it. Raking at the humus he made a hollow, and rolled the egg into it, then dragged the humus around and over it. Satisfied that it was well concealed, and would stay warm, he made his way back to the stricken dragon.

      "Now the sword human, quickly,"

      He walked around to the front of the Dragon and placed both hands on the hilt of the sword. A shock ran up his arms that was almost painful in its intensity, causing him to snatch his hands away.

      "Do not be afraid, the shock will not harm you."

      He took hold of the sword, again gritting his teeth against the shock, and was about to abandon the effort because of the pain, when it just suddenly stopped. He tightened his grip and heaved on the sword, but it did not move.

      "Place your feet on each side of the sword, use the strength in your legs."

      Holding on to the hilt he lifted his legs, pushed them against the scales of the dragon, and heaved backwards horizontally. At first there was nothing, and then suddenly the sword came free and he rocketed backwards into a pocket of thorn brush. The dragon gave a shuddering sigh, and he knew that its life was finally over. He lay quiet for a moment, knowing as he did from his childhood, that moving in thorn brush was not recommended. Even lying still, the thorns managed to find sensitive places. Finally though, he gritted his teeth and lurched to his feet, stepped clear and wiped the involuntary tears from his eyes at the pain of dozens of thorns that were still stuck in him.

      He looked down at the sword in his hands. It was made of the new shiny metal, that the Mastersmith called ‘steel’. As he watched, the dragon’s blood rolled down the sword to its tip and then dripped, in one large single drop, on to the ground leaving a wisp of steam, before it disappeared. The blade was clean and shiny, with an inner glow that seemed to ripple backwards and forwards along its length. It was faint, and could be put down to tricks of the light, so no one would probably notice.

      He began to explore his body and remove the thorns. Each was a good seven centimetres long and strongly made, so they tended not to break off unless knocked violently sideways. So he hoped that he could remove all of them with no more than a blood spot. He would have to visit a healer later for antiseptic cream to prevent infection, but otherwise no real harm was done. After about ten minutes, he was satisfied that he had removed them all, and turned his attention to the sword.

      Gathering it up, he looked for and found the assassins scabbard and being mindful of the time that had passed, turned away and made his way at a brisk walking pace for the Castle. Several times he looked at the glittering sword. Questions were going to be asked, questions that he had no answers for. If only the sword had been made of wood? That he could explain away.

      He dropped the sword on the ground in shock. It was dull and lifeless. In the light streaming through the trees, he could clearly see the grain of the wood that it was made of. It looked

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