Dragonheart 3: The Sorcerer's Curse Page #3

We've staked everything on him.

Can't you break the curse?

I was never ordained.

But perhaps with time

I could study my scrolls.

Find your remedy?

We've some time until

they catch their horses,

but they'll hunt down every last

family in the vale to find you.

No, Brude will follow the eggs.

I'll take them south in the wagon,

drawing his forces away.

That will give you time

to gather those in hiding,

and a chance to make a stand.

Head south and you hit

the Wall in three days.

There's more road to the north.

Unless you're planning on taking

those eggs back over for yourself.

No. I can travel faster over

ground I've already covered.

Besides, I'm a knight.

I'm chosen.

The dragon trusts me.

All right.

South it is.

But Brude has men taking

slaves in the hills.

We'll have to be careful.

We?

Well, I'm coming with you.

And Lorne can study

his scrolls along the way.

Arm every man who can fight,

then come south and we'll

trap Brude against the Wall.

Rhonu, the journey will be difficult,

with little sleep.

Do I look like I've

lived a life of comfort?

I forbid it.

Forbid?

I'm only concerned

for your safety.

And can you blame me?

You must have felt something

when you touched my heart?

Let's get started.

She grows on you, does she not?

Like a thorny vine.

The answer is no, by the way.

I can't blame you

for feeling protective.

Well, laugh, if you will.

Come now,

you really think a Celt

could like a southerner?

Well, a man is a man, is he not?

Aye, a man be a man,

but his homeland

gives him his nature.

At least that's what we believe.

Inside the Wall.

Inside? You mean outside.

No, this side is inside.

The other side is inside.

This is outside.

You built the Wall

to keep us in.

Like animals in a cage.

It was built to keep you out,

like monsters at your door.

And I didn't build it.

And I am not

a monster.

I could have chosen wiser words.

Whoa!

What in hellfire just happened?

I was just holding it.

I didn't mean to.

Until the dragons hatch,

they have no control

over their fire.

I'm afraid some of them

might not survive this journey.

I need the southerner alive!

They'll have heard the sound.

Then we get off

the road. Go on foot.

Stick to broken ground.

Hand me the eggs.

Slowly.

That's it.

Careful.

That's it.

There's a cave up ahead.

Gareth.

What do you see?

A shadow.

It has shape and feeling.

Yes.

Brude's dark sorcery

has opened the shadows to me

and through our hearts,

to you as well.

Come. I'll show you

how it works.

Waiting for me to carry

you over the threshold?

Master shadow jumping

and you'll travel

with great speed.

Like growing wings!

Drago! Wait up!

Step number one,

think of the shadows as doors.

Use your imagination.

See? Every shadow

is a passageway.

Now give it a try.

It's shadow jumping,

not shadow standing.

Yeah, keep laughing,

lizard breath.

Step number two,

choose a shadow

to exit ahead of you.

Step number three,

focus and take your mind off distractions.

Now follow me.

Jump, jump, jump!

Jump!

Jump!

Jump, jump, jump!

Jump!

You can do it!

Concentrate!

Jump!

Ow.

Maybe you haven't

inherited anything from me.

Either that or Rhonu's

distracting you.

I do think she likes you.

You're mad.

Notice how she sneers at you.

When a female dragon

finds a male worthy,

she strikes him with her tail.

Let's hope that tradition

doesn't catch on amongst humans.

You like her too.

I do not.

Each day, our bond grows closer.

First it was pain, sorrow.

But now I can feel how your

heart races when she's near you.

We're being chased

by a murderous sorcerer.

Of course my heart's racing.

A true knight would

be able to train hard

and set aside distractions.

I trained for years,

you talking saddlebag.

How dare you? Take that.

Oh! Ow! Ow!

You're making assumptions again.

Armored.

You don't feel anything?

Maybe a tickle.

It's nice to see

you found the occasion

to play the fool.

Come.

Lorne's found something.

It is called, simply,

the Sorcerer's Curse,

an incantation of enslavement.

The victim will follow

the druid's command,

but only from dusk till dawn.

In daylight

they will be weak, useless.

There is always a price,

even to a sorcerer

such as Brude.

See here?

The curse takes its hold slowly.

But at the full moon,

the victim loses his own will.

Drago will be on Brude's side.

Two days.

Come to me.

Come to me.

Something wrong?

I was dreaming

of the great things

the dragons will do for mankind.

When I felt the curse quicken.

It seems evil desires

can spoil a dream

just like they can a heart.

Two more days to the Wall.

And for Drago.

What was her name?

Begilda.

Is she beautiful?

Has she borne children?

You'd have to ask her husband.

What wicked habits do

you keep over that Wall?

You misunderstand.

She's an old woman

who showed me kindness.

And as for beauty,

I've seen more of it on this side

of the Wall, truth be known.

They were here.

Signs of a fire.

Fear.

We're getting closer.

Put your feet on!

Get down.

Move yourself, you dog!

I know that clan.

Some are cousins from

homesteads to the east.

Five guards.

We could free them.

Are you mad?

We have to keep moving.

Once they pass, we can carry on

over the ridge

and into the forest.

The eggs are the only

thing that matter now.

What matters

is my people's freedom.

Here.

Careful.

Do what you will.

I'm helping them.

Rhonu, wait.

Listen.

You could have tried to stop her.

Me?

You're supposed to be the

knight in shining armor.

Oh, we're leaving?

She said to go on.

It's a clear shot south once

we get through the forest.

Sir Gareth.

I've seen you fight.

You can take them.

She's all alone.

You've already

lost us one dragon,

do you intend to kill the rest?

Keep going!

I said move!

The ties that bind,

hear my call,

un-entwine,

free from all!

We're free!

Lorne!

We're free!

Gareth.

Whoa!

A knight is sworn to valor.

Look!

I'm back!

Shade by day, bright by night,

to do my will

in full moon's light!

All cannot survive this journey.

Sacrifice what you must.

Shoot! Shoot!

Shoot!

Oh!

Through your own shadow!

What valor!

Southern man!

I see you've gone

dizzy-eyed

for that yeasty scut!

Kiss her neck while you can,

before I stretch it

like her mother's.

Hey, hey. Wait.

Let's go.

No!

No!

Let's go. Come on.

There's still too

many of them. Come on.

The code.

When Drago regained his form,

could that have been your doing?

Me? How?

Well, you upheld the code.

You came back.

And to my recollection that was

the precise moment Drago appeared.

You share feelings, pain.

Perhaps he can feel

the valor in you too.

How does it feel?

Seeing home?

Hard to see anything but a wall.

By end of day tomorrow

we'll be trapped

between it and Brude.

Your uncle will

make it, I'm sure.

He'll be riding

into certain death

if Drago has fallen

under Brude's control.

The men of the Wall will honor a

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