‘You will follow Paragon to Clerres?’ ‘You wish to be a dragon?’ Althea and Wintrow spoke simultaneously. ‘I am considering it,’ the ship replied judiciously. ‘Why Clerres?’ Brashen’s voice was raised in complete confusion. ‘Why not go directly to Kelsingra?’ ‘Because a memory stirs in me. A dragon memory, a memory eclipsed by human thoughts and emotions, a memory so over-scarred by human experiences that I cannot be certain of anything except a feeling of anger and betrayal that rises in me at the name Clerres.
