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“People. Always too many people.”

Only the leathery beat of Greers dragon wings answered Bardons observation. Cool air rushed against Bardons face, blowing away the cares of three intense years of training and study. He squeezed his knees into the riding hooks and leaned forward across the major dragons neck. Brisk mountain air rose off the snowtopped mountain and blew his dark hair back from his pale face. Soon he should be able to spot the valley Sir Dar had recommended. He needed time alone. The first part of his sabbatical would be spent in isolation.

Bardon put a hand on Greers purple scales and communicated his desire to locate a lake shaped like a boot. Looking down at the forested slopes, he speculated on how many of the seven high races populated the area. A smile spread across his face. It was likely that not one civilized being walked this southern part of the Morchain Mountain Range for a hundred miles in any direction. He saw a ropma scurry across a rocky stream.

“Dont worry, fella. I wont bother you if you dont bother me. Im taking a break from everyone, both high and low races.”

Greer rumbled in his throat, and Bardon placed a hand on the amethystine scales of his dragons neck. “No, Im not running away from you, my friend. And in truth, Im not really running away from civilization. I just need a sabbatical, a long sabbatical.”

Ahead, two peaks stood taller than the rest. Bardon mentally guided the major dragon toward the landmark Dar had given him. He thought about the parting with the wise little doneel.

The room had bustled with activity like all the rooms in Castle Pelacce. Dar had taken Bardon aside to speak words of encouragement and instruction, but the constant commotion intruded on their conversation.

“Im proud of you, Bardon.” Dars small furry hand had rested on his squires arm. “Youve developed a gracious social presence. I know its been hard for you, but I consider it one of your greatest accomplishments.”

Inwardly, Bardon had cringed when a womans piercing laugh rose over the clucking babble of a small group of ladies. Squire Bardon glanced at Sir Dar. He couldnt speak of his concern to the knight he admired so much. Every day Bardon underwent a great struggle to project that image of serenity Sir Dar assumed was real. He thinks too well of me. The young man wrestled with a truth he did not like. After three years, this knight-in-training is only better at hiding his uneasiness. I find the social life Sir Dar thrives on to be overwhelming. Bardon looked around at the gregarious crowd. Sir Dar smiled sincerely at a mariones comment as he passed. The squire wished they had chosen a secluded spot for this conversation. But the Castle Pelacce boiled with activity in every quarter. When does a day pass that someone, important or not, isnt visiting? Dozens of outsiders, along with the bustling staff, roam these hallways. While his mentor gazed fondly at a group of giggling women, Bardon watched the finely dressed, diminutive doneel ladies and strove to keep his face neutral. Ive given up trying to keep Sir Dars extended family straight. Are those cousins? I cant remember whos who. There are dozens of families, not just dozens of individuals.

The uncomfortable memory faded. Bardon put aside the aggravation of court life as Greer passed between the two peaks and headed south. The rough terrain beneath them looked even more uninhabited. Im thankful this time of reflection is required before I take my final vow to Paladin. Im already enjoying the peace of being out of civilization. Nothing within the city compares with the beauty I beheld last night as I watched the heavens from my campsite. Even the stars seemed to celebrate my freedom. That comet rising from the western horizon may be my herald of a contented

sabbatical. I can be gone from a month to a year. At this point, I intend to take every day of a whole year to relish the isolation. Searching my soul as I count the cost of this alliance is only part of what I must examine.

Bardon stroked Greers neck. By using the wordless communication of mindspeaking common to a rider and his dragon, the squire often confided his thoughts to his dragon. The young squire was well aware that his closest companion already knew every detail of his life. Nonetheless, when he talked to Greer, he didnt feel like he indulged in melancholy musings. Friendly chats with the droll dragon often lifted his spirits.

Bardon gazed at the unpopulated mountain region. He would have to guard against falling into self-pity. The solemn reality of his lonely life threatened to accompany him on his chance for a relaxed time of

meditation.

I lived at The Hall from the time I was six, he told Greer, until I was eighteen—a dozen years in a room with five other occupants. Dormitory life doesnt allow much time for solitude. I dont mind telling you, Greer, I crave really being alone.

Greer beat his powerful wings and rose several hundred feet to soar over a broad mountaintop. On the other side stretched a highland valley, cradling a long lake.

“That water looks to be the shape of a boot.” Bardon leaned over the neck of his mount. “Sir Dar said the cabin is on the east side, close to the heel.”

Greer banked and headed for the eastern shore at the southernmost end of the clear lake. Clouds reflected in the blue water, and as Greer passed over, an image of the dragons purple body and cobalt wings glided across the rippling surface. They landed on the shoreline where stubby grass and tiny, fragrant, white mountain flowers covered the bank for twenty yards before undersized trees erupted in dense woods. The vegetation grew lush because of a long tropical growing season but short due to the altitude.

A one-level, split-log cabin sat at the edge of the forest. Bardon swung his leg over the saddle horn, unhooked his other leg, and slid to the ground. With hands much practiced at his task, he unbuckled the straps of the saddle and laid it and the saddle packs on the ground. The young squire stood with his fists on his hips and surveyed the peaceful scene. Greer stretched out his wings and shook them with a rattle of the thin leather hide. He then tucked them close to his body and rolled in the sweet-scented grass. When his itches were subdued, he strolled to the edge of the lake and took a deep drink. The dragon lifted his head with water dripping from his chin and looked back at his rider.

“Yes,” agreed Bardon. “I bet some very big fish swim in these waters.”

He picked up two bundles of personal belongings, leaving the other gear to stow later. Right now he wanted to inspect what would be his secluded home for the next few months. He would read the books hed brought, contemplate life, and seek Wulders presence, hoping for a clear direction. Should he be a knight after all these years of preparation, or should he settle into a less demanding occupation?

Bardon walked slowly, in no hurry to commence these weighty meditations. Hed been so sure knighthood was his calling. Obviously, his unknown father had desired this future for his son, or he wouldnt have left him at The Hall. But as Bardon trained under Sir Dar, he began to realize that the lofty words servant to Paladin actually meant servant to mankind.

The idea of serving the noble ruler of Amara had a pristine quality to it. In reality, this serving meant forever dealing with the sullied high races. Instead of walking on a more elevated plane than the average citizen, Bardon found himself mingling with and humbling himself for an unappreciative, uneducated, ratty populace.

“People,” he muttered. “Way too many people.”

He reached the door of the cabin, and without putting down either bundle, he awkwardly lifted the latch. He nudged the heavy wooden plank open with his foot and stepped into the dimly lit room. His nose twitched. He smelled what could have been a hot meal eaten not long before. With shoulders tensed, he lowered his burden to the floor and put a hand on his sword hilt.

The cabin didnt feel right. Abandoned for over a year, the interior should have had a musty odor. Dust motes floated in sunbeams shining through polished windows. A door stood open to a small bedroom. Bardon crossed the main room silently and peered in at two made beds. A simple dress hung on a peg on the wall. A set of shelves held other feminine clothing folded neatly.

He scanned the room. No one lurked in the shadows. He turned to search the rest of the small cabin. Two other rooms didnt seem to be in use. But it was abundantly clear the kitchen area and the sitting room had accommodated someone earlier in the day. He marched out of the house and asked Greer if he had seen or heard anyone in the immediate vicinity. The dragon had not, but took to the sky for a scouting trip. The young squire soon had an answer.

What do you mean, ‘uh-oh? Bardon glared at the flying dragon. Two women, one very old and one young? He frowned. What are they doing?

Bardon didnt appreciate the dragons comments on how delicious the berries would be when the women returned with two basketfuls.

I doubt they are picking enough to satisfy your appetite.

He turned on his heel and tramped back into the house, snatching up his bundles as he went through the door.

Sir Dar gave me permission to occupy this house, and this is where I am going to stay! These women are certainly not here because they were invited.

He carried his possessions through the sitting room and into the second unoccupied bedroom. He tossed the bags on the bed and went out to haul in the rest of his provisions. In a deliberate surge of activity, he stowed all his belongings. Then, packing a wire, a bottle with a cork stopper, and a hunk of cheese in a knapsack, he went out to the lake. He stopped to whack off a slender, five-foot-long branch from a borling tree, then picked off its smaller limbs as he walked. The nutty scent of the wood soothed his agitation. Survival skills had been his favorite part of training. He relished the fresh air, the music of woodland noises, and the busyness of living off the land. I will enjoy these months alone. At this moment, I will focus on what is at hand. Thank you, Wulder, for your gift of this time and this place.

A rock outcropping jutted into the water. Bardon clambered over a pile of smooth boulders and sat on a ledge. Settling into a comfortable position with his feet dangling over the water, he pulled out a string and the wire from his pocket. With nimble fingers, he fashioned a hook from the wire and attached it to the string, then the string to the pole. In a matter of minutes, he threw a fishing line into the water.

Greer ambled toward the rocky ridge to sit within a few yards on the grassy bank. Bardon tried to ignore the ripple of amusement coming from the dragons mind.

“Why dont you go fishing?” he asked.

The dragon stretched his neck over the water.

“Not here!” Bardon jerked his line and jutted his chin out toward the long expanse of shoreline. “Go to the other end of the lake. Sir Dar said the water is quite deep there.”

Greer looked to the north and then over his shoulder at the stunted forest.

“No,” said Bardon. “I dont need you to stay and help greet the ladies.”

He paused to absorb the dragons response. “I am not in a foul mood, and I will not catch any fish with you hanging over my shoulder. Go have your dinner and let me catch mine.”

Greer spread his wings and abruptly took off, but not before Bardon heard the rumble in his throat that indicated the dragon was laughing at his rider.

Bardon ducked as a draft from the strong, leathery wings nearly knocked him off his rocky perch. But Greers good humor dispersed the last of his riders prickly temper. By the time Bardon looked up to see his friend soaring above the mountain lake, a grin had replaced his scowl. He pulled in his line, reset the bait, and cast his hook into the water. Then he leaned back against the rocky ledge and watched Greer rather than the cork floating in the placid lake below.

The purple dragon circled over the lake. One moment he spiraled in a lazy pattern, the next, he tucked his wings and plummeted into the water. He came out again, stretching his neck skyward, flapping his wings, and leaving a waterfall of droplets cascading from his body. Even across the distance, Bardon felt the satisfaction that pulsed through the dragon as he swallowed his catch.

Bardons gaze locked on Greer as the dragon repeated the performance many times. The dragon didnt feed every day, but when he did, he ate until sated. With the close connection between dragon and rider,

Bardon grew more and more content as his friend satisfied his hunger. He leaned against the sun-warmed rock and sighed. Even if he had to eat hardtack tonight instead of fried fish, he would be immeasurably happier here than at the busy Castle Pelacce in the heart of bustling Dormenae.

Bardon wiggled his foot, feeling as if a muscle had drawn taut in his calf. The cramp intensified. He opened his eyes and sat up. Around the circumference of his lower leg, a writher snake had coiled its two-inchthick, moss green body.

Bardon held his breath. Writher snakes, though small in circumference, had muscles that were strong like cables, teeth like razors, and a reputation for drowning their victims. Bardon wondered how old this writher might be. Legend said they grew five feet longer every year, but never any thicker. This ones tail still hung beneath the surface of the lake. With its head lifted, the snakes pale eyes gazed dispassionately at its victim. A black, forked tongue flickered, tasting the air. Hissing with an odd cadence like the humming of a song, the serpent bobbed its head to and fro.

Bardon eased his hand to his waist, where a leather sheath held his hunting knife. The creature flinched and drew back toward the water, squeezing its victims leg and pulling him toward death. The snake paused, flicked its tongue, bobbed its head, and stared at the face of its prey. Bardons fingers inched over the finely braided leather loop that secured the large knife. With no other part of his body moving, he pushed a finger under the catch and freed the blade. He took a slow, steadying breath and tensed for the one attempt he would have to kill the beast. He whipped the blade out in a smooth motion and swung to slice off the snakes head. The snake dodged the knife and struck at Bardons leg. His boot saved him from the serpents bite. The tough leather tore, but the teeth did not penetrate.

The snake jerked, tightening its grip, and moved toward the water. As if understanding the threat of the knife, it laid its head along its victims inner knee, too close to the rock for Bardon to reach without slicing his own leg.

Flipping onto his stomach, Bardon tried to find something to hang on to. Something to help him resist being dragged beneath the cold waters. He dug the fingers of one hand and the knife in the other hand

against the hard surface of the rock. The stone gave no purchase. He slid farther as the snake pulled.

Bardon knew just when Greer recognized his riders distress and flew toward the south end of the lake. The amount of fish hed eaten slowed his flight. His movements would be sluggish, but the dragon would not abandon his rider.

Again the snake yanked backward, and Bardon fell off the rock. Just before his head splashed beneath the surface, he heard the enraged battle cry of a dragon above him and a feminine screech of horror from the shore.

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Trapped in an evil spell… can the knights of Paladin be rescued?

Before vowing his allegiance to Wulder as a knight, Bardon heads to the mountains for solitude. His life is suddenly complicated by a woman and her granddaughter, NRae, on a mission to rescue the womans son trapped in a chamber of sleep. Bardon learns that more of Paladins knights are imprisoned-and suspects one of them is Dragon Keeper Kales missing father.

The secret is in their hands-and hearts.

The band travels north, uncertain of their destination and encountering numerous perils. When they unlock the chamber, they discover a dozen knights-who cannot be awakened. The journal holding the secret to rousing them is in an unknown language. How can they find the help they need, and overcome even graver obstacles, to rescue the knights?

Return to the land of dragons and magic you discovered in Dragonspell and DragonQuest, in this finely crafted and memorable work of fantasy fiction with a core of eternal truth.

About the Author

Donita K. Paul is a retired teacher and award-winning author of Dragonspell and DragonQuest. When not writing, she is often engaged in mentoring writers of all ages. Donita lives in Colorado Springs, Colorado. Her two grown children make her proud and her two grandsons make her laugh. Her dog is a constant companion, even having his own chair at the computer desk.

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abbie, December 7, 2009 (view all comments by abbie)
In Dragonknight Baron go's to contemplate be for he makes the big decision of, pledging allegiance to Wulder as a knight. While he thinks he will enjoy peace and quite while he contemplates, those thoughts don't last long.Because he meets a girl N’Rae and her mother.............which leads to a quest!! Great book, try reading it!
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katieg12, September 15, 2008 (view all comments by katieg12)
DragonKnight is my favorite book in the whole Dragon Keeper Series. Great job, Mrs. Paul!
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GaladrielTwo, September 13, 2008 (view all comments by GaladrielTwo)
Now a full-fledged wizard with several minor dragons, Kale prepares to take over for Wizard Fenwick. Brendon, almost a knight, is enjoying some peace and quiet before taking his vows. But the plans of both are shattered when two emerildens request Brendon’s aid in locating twelve knights that had been captured by Risto several years ago. Will Kale finally find her father?
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Product Details

ISBN:
9781400072507
Author:
Paul, Donita K.
Publisher:
Waterbrook Press
Subject:
Dragons
Subject:
Religious - Fantasy
Subject:
Christian - Fantasy
Subject:
Fantasy fiction
Subject:
Fantasy - General
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General-General
Copyright:
Edition Description:
Trade paper
Series:
Dragonkeeper Chronicles
Series Volume:
03
Publication Date:
20060631
Binding:
TRADE PAPER
Grade Level:
General/trade
Language:
English
Pages:
416
Dimensions:
8 x 5.2 x 0.85 in 0.7 lb

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"Synopsis" by , Trapped in an evil spell… can the knights of Paladin be rescued?

Before vowing his allegiance to Wulder as a knight, Bardon heads to the mountains for solitude. His life is suddenly complicated by a woman and her granddaughter, NRae, on a mission to rescue the womans son trapped in a chamber of sleep. Bardon learns that more of Paladins knights are imprisoned-and suspects one of them is Dragon Keeper Kales missing father.

The secret is in their hands-and hearts.

The band travels north, uncertain of their destination and encountering numerous perils. When they unlock the chamber, they discover a dozen knights-who cannot be awakened. The journal holding the secret to rousing them is in an unknown language. How can they find the help they need, and overcome even graver obstacles, to rescue the knights?

Return to the land of dragons and magic you discovered in Dragonspell and DragonQuest, in this finely crafted and memorable work of fantasy fiction with a core of eternal truth.

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