The Coming Of Dragons: No. 1 (Darkest Age) - Plot & Excerpts
He caught Elspeth’s eye. ‘Cluaran has a strange idea of misfortune!’ he whispered. She grinned back. It was wonderful to be warm and dry again, to have good food and the promise of a dry bed for the night. Cluaran had made it clear that they must move on at first light. He was perched on a wheel hub on the far side of the forge hearth – set to spring for the door any moment. But Edmund decided he was just being Cluaran, unhappy at the press of too many friendly people. For all that he earned his living entertaining the guests of great halls across the land, it was clear the minstrel was happy with no company but his own, and trusted nothing but what his own eyes saw. Fifteen or so villagers had arrived on the forest path soon after the king boar had fled. They came beating the trees, grimfaced and calling, searching for the lost child. A broad-beamed woman with fox-coloured hair had snatched the child from Cluaran’s arms as if she suspected him of child-stealing, but Elspeth and Edmund were quick to tell them about the wild boars – leaving out only how Edmund had tracked the herd through the forest, and how Elspeth had managed to scare the king boar away.
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