The Dragon Chedupuram and the Knight Starkiller (© Biswapriya Purkayastha)
Page 4 Such was the dragon Chedupuram as he appeared to the knight
Starkiller; and even the knight’s fearless heart shrunk a little inside him
when he contemplated the creature that towered above him now. Then the dragon spoke, and his voice was gentle and yet a
little amused. "And have you seen enough, knight? What will you do now, go home
and leave me to my task – or must I fight you?" "I have never shirked a challenge," the knight said in
reply, gazing up at the gigantic beast. "I shall not shirk one now." "Fair enough, Starkiller, greatest hero of your reality.
But, before you force the issue, I want to ask you something." The dragon
cocked his immense head, studying the knight. "You are only one man, however
great. Do you believe you possess the knowledge and ability to actually control
the realities? Bear in mind that this is something not even I, who am the
guardian of the centre, can think of attempting." "If I haven’t tried," Starkiller asked, "how can I know if I
can? Has anyone ever tried?" The dragon shook his immense head. "No. Nobody has ever
tried in all the aeons that I have been guardian." "Have you always been the guardian?" There was a long pause. "No," said the dragon at last.
"There have been guardians before me. And there shall be guardians after me, as
long as the realities exist. The centre of the realities must always
have a guardian. And the guardians have never failed in their duty – and they
never shall." "Perhaps," Starkiller said, "that is because those who might
have tried to reach the centre were merely afraid of you. But I am not afraid." "I can see that you are not," the dragon Chedupuram
acknowledged. "But not being afraid of me, and being able to master the
structure of reality, are two very different things, Starkiller. The centre of
the realities means just that – the centre of all the realities, all the
infinities of them. Do you understand what that means?" "What?" "There are aspects of reality which would be so strange to
your senses that you could not begin to comprehend them, Starkiller. Your mind,
structured to fit the reality you were born into, would flee, gibbering, into
madness. And that is if you are lucky." "What does that mean – if I am lucky?" "I hope you will not have to discover the alternative," the
dragon said. "Well, knight – what is it to be? Will you return to your reality,
with honour intact? Or must it come to battle between us?" "I have never retreated," Starkiller replied. "Nor do I
believe that my mind is so weak as to be affected by the stranger aspects of
reality. So, I must order you to let me by to the centre of the realities, or
to taste the edge of my sword." "Then," the dragon replied in a tone of voice that held a
smile within it, "shall we begin?" There could be sagas written on the colossal struggle which
followed, the thrust and parry of the knight’s sword, the frantic lunges of the
dragon’s gigantic head, the clash of blade on bone plate, the roar of the
dragon and the gasps of the man. Perhaps there could be such sagas written, but
the end would be the same – when the obsidian blade slipped between two titanic
plates of copper-hued bone, and slid into the dragon’s heart. Then the dragon Chedupuram leapt, with his death in him,
leapt until the ice-blue sky was dark as midnight, until the air grew the
colour of blood with his passing; and then, suddenly, he was gone, and there
was not a trace that he had ever been. The knight Starkiller leaned a moment on his sword,
wondering why it had seemed to him as if the dragon had almost opened himself
to the final thrust, and what those last words were, which the great beast had
murmured before beginning his death leap. But that was of little importance,
because now nothing stood between him and the thing at the bottom of the pit:
the centre of all the realities. Slowly, conscious of the significance of the moment, he
walked to the edge of the pit, and looked down. [ Continue to page 5 ] |