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gifted the Silver Drake with life. She is as much a woman as you are.”
    “She is more than that; she is the matron of dragons,” Bren stated, and bowed before her. “Fawlsbane’s gift to the Silver Drake. She is the revered one of the dragons.”
    Tatrice stood before Sylvalora, stunned. “Why reveal all this now?”
    “Well, I see we have much to discuss,” Bannon said. “We might as well retire to my living quarters, and I will have my servant cook us a meal.”
    Sylvalora winked, and Tatrice had to blink to make sure she saw it. Just go along with everything I tell you and be strong , Tatrice heard Sylvalora say in her head, but the woman did not actually speak.
    “Come along, Tatrice,” Sylvalora said. “We will talk over the meal.”
    Tatrice followed Sylvalora through the wooden doorway.

Chapter 4: The Promise of Spring
     
    Sanmir signaled for Trendan to follow. He crossed the dark, dank corridor toward the more secluded cells of the dungeon. Trendan hoped Sanmir knew where he was going this time. He had already gotten them lost twice. It seems from when he spent time here at Lux Enor until the present day, some changes had been performed on the castle dungeons. This far underground, even the guards were loath to patrol, so Trendan was relatively sure they would not be detected. The stench was a bit unbearable, though. Some of the prisoners this far down were probably left to die rather than kept fed. It would make sense that Naneden would want to imprison Kimala down in this part of the prison. It would be a cruel fate worse than a quick death. On the other hand, she was nowhere to be found. Maybe he disposed of her to be rid of her. “Sanmir, are you sure he didn’t just execute her?” Trendan whispered.
    “It’s not his style. An execution is simple and painless. Naneden likes to make his enemies suffer and linger on. He will most likely have her tortured when he gets around to it.”
    “There are not many people I wish ill upon, but he is definitely one of them.”
    “He wasn’t always that way. I knew him when he was still an apprentice. He used to be as noble and kind as you, Trendan.”
    “I find that extremely hard to believe. What happened to him?” Trendan asked.
    “Madness. Something made him lose his mind. It didn’t happen all at once. It was a slow, painful ordeal. A very sad affair. Ah, here we are.” Sanmir pointed ahead. “The lower fifth, the most detestable dungeon ever built.” He took down one of the snuffed-out torches. With a flick of his wrist, a flame danced across his finger and engulfed the torch. “Follow closely now. There is no telling what might be lurking down here in the lower fifth. Some say it is haunted and guarded by the same kind of spirits that used to roam Signal Hill in Symboria.”
    “Oh joy. My friends have run into those abominations before.”
    “Aye, I heard about your friends foray into Signal Hill.
    A low moan emanated from the darkness in the corridor ahead. Both Sanmir and Trendan instantly started communicating with hand signals; Sanmir motioning for them to investigate the noise. Trendan nodded. They stalked silently down the corridor as the sound of the moaning increased in loudness. To Trendan’s ears, it sounded masculine. He was worried it might not be Kimala.
    They followed the sound until they came to a dark cell. Trendan recognized the thin, feminine arms held in shackles and raised above her head, which was still obscured in darkness. It was Kimala.
    Sanmir rushed to her, and Trendan was not far behind. “Here, grab her by the waist and hold her up so I can get some slack on those shackles,” Sanmir instructed. Trendan complied.
    Sanmir tried to pick the locks for several moments but failed.
    “Metal is earthen; can’t you just command them to twist off or something?”
    “Not without twisting her hands off too. Metal is difficult to break and easy to twist.” He stopped out of frustration before leaning in to whisper in