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Updated: June 6, 2025
He tried to concentrate mentally on a picture of the scene before him, hoping that Thorvald or one of the Wyverns could pick it up. There was no answer, no direction. Choice of action remained solely his. The Terran made the oldest friendly gesture of his kind; his empty hands held up, palm out. There was no answering move from the Throg.
Waiting on shore were two others of her kind, viewing her actions with close attention, the attention of scholars for an instructor. "Wyverns!" Shann looked inquiringly at his companion. Thorvald added a whisper of explanation. "A legend of Terra they were supposed to have a snake's tail instead of hind legs, but the heads.... They're Wyverns!" Wyverns.
She laid her hand on Cuthbert's head, and spoke to him of the old saw which predicted that fortune should return to the Wyverns through the daughters' sons, and declared that he was fulfilling the prophecy she had longed to live to see come true. Cuthbert trusted that such indeed would be the case, but did not know whether the Wyverns had any lot or share in the treasure trove.
Dost thou know, child, the name the Cross Way House has ever held with those who fare through the forest tracks?" "I have heard it spoken of as a place where none in need is ever turned away," answered Kate. "Ay, and so it was in those good old days when Wyverns held open house here, and were beloved from far and near.
Perhaps this business of being shunted around by the disks has conditioned them in some way." "What about these Wyverns? Are they all female?" "No, but their tribal system is strictly matriarchal, which follows a pattern even Terra once knew: the fertile earth mother and her priestesses, who became the witches when the gods overruled the goddesses.
"But the prediction the prediction?" demanded Cuthbert eagerly. "I am coming to that," answered Kate. "It is a prediction about the descendants of the Wyverns. My grandam knew it by heart she had a wondrous memory but my mother would never let me write down such things. She loved them not, and said they had better be forgotten. But though I cannot recall the words, the meaning stays still with me.
An expression of calm triumph was on her face as she heard how the long-lost hoard was lying safely stored within the house of the Wyverns a house sacred to the gipsies and safe from any raids of robbers, such was the esteem in which that name was held.
If there was any chance of the Wyvern communication working again, here and now was the time for it! Again he built his mental picture of Thorvald, as detailed as he had made it in the Throg ship. And with that to the forefront of his mind, Shann strove to pick up the thread which could link them. Was the distance between this camp and the seagirt city of the Wyverns too great?
He had the magic halter, and a worn old rope it was; an old wayfaring woman had given it to him: it had the power to hold any animal whose race had never known captivity, such as the unicorn, the hippogriff Pegasus, dragons and wyverns; but with a lion, giraffe, camel or horse, it was useless. How often we have seen that City of Never, that marvel of the Nations!
The amber light from the window made red-gold of his hair, added ruddiness to his less-gaunt features. "No, I haven't. As far as I can tell, the stranger's not right here. I caught stray thought beams twice surprise expressed by newly arrived Wyverns who met me and apparently expected to be fronted by something quite physically different." "Another Terran scout?" "No.
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