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letting his size exhaust his prey. He should have coiled with his tail to secure his hold from the other direction.
    The Copper lunged out of the water and the griffaran swooped down to meet him, letting out alarmed cries. A dragonelle circled above, crying out, but his ears had little but his only pounding pulse in them and he couldn’t distinguish her words.
    He was halfway out, using the crusty creatures covering the bottom of the overturned ship for purchase, when the black’s head broke water. The black took a deep breath and shot a warning gout of flame at the frantic griffaran .
    He dove again and the Copper felt teeth clamp around his tail. The Copper dug in sii and saa , but the black swam like one of the great whales beneath the overturned ship, and once again the hull rolled as the he was dragged under.
    The Copper became doubly entangled in rope and wreckage. A powerful mass closed around him, and the black hauled him to the surface, its neck wrapped around his.
    They came out, tressed of rope and broken wood hanging about their crests and horns.
    “Call off your dragons,” the black gasped.
    Strong, but not in very good fighting trim .
    He tried to feel around with his saa for somewhere to gut, but the black had his legs about them like the coils of King Gan.
    “Before I say anything, I’ll have your name,” the Copper grunted.
    “My name’s Shadowcatch the Black, from the Isle of Ice,” the dragon said.
    His brother’s island? Had the reclusive wretch sent assassins? Madness, especially since his drakes and drakka—or had they fledged—were promising young members of the Drakwatch and Firemaidens.
    Two of his veteran dragons, having lost the heavy load of troops, now circled low overhead.
    “My Tyr?” one called.
    “Answer with aught but a recall of your wings, and I’ll tear your head off,” Shadowcatch said.
    Not an intelligent dragon at all, more bulk than brain. Did the brute think he could just bellow and have the soldiers now landing on Swayport’s beaches and advancing behind flame-spewing dragonelles return to their craft? Fire burned bright at a sea wall protecting the town and in one of the towers of the looming fortress, an orange torch sending reflective flame across the comfortably warm waters of the bay. A little foggy, the Copper reckoned some of the warmth came from the two opponents’ mingled blood.
    The Copper struggled in vain. He thwacked the brute’s head with his tail, but that great tangled crest warded off the weak blow; all they did was spin.
    A broken mast floated among the wreckage, tangled in place like the rest of them by rigging lines.
    “Even if I pass the word, it will be some time before I can recall all my forces. The moon will be halfway up.” The Copper flailed about with his tail, managed to strike the mast. He got some semblance of a grip with his tail, for once in his life grateful that his sii had been maimed in the hatchling fight rather than his tail.
    “Just do it,” Shadowcatch said.
    “As you say,” the Copper said, doing his best to get a better view of his opponent.
    He reached with his tail, found a grip. With all his remaining strength he pulled the splintered end of the mast hard toward him, striking the black in the thinner scale of the neck where the tight coils of his own left the scales raised and turned at a vulnerable angle.
    The black bellowed, gave one final tremendous pull—the Copper was sure his spine would snap under the pressure, leaving him to be pulled under by the deadweight of his hindquarters—and reared up to bite.
    A pair of griffaran clawed at the black’s head, not going for his eyes but wrapping their talons around his thatch of horns. Flapping together, they pulled him out of biting range; dragon jaws are strong, their necks less so, and a third member of the Guard whipped under his chin and clawed at his throat, going for the pulsing neck-hearts.
    Shadowcatch released the Copper and used weight and momentum to