The Dragon Prince is book 5 in the Ghostspeaker Chronicles series by Patty Jansen
About The Dragon Prince
The tyrant Alexandre is gone from Saardam, but a new menace has come: the eastern traders in a ship of metal that is said to have been forged with dragon magic. They bring a chest of gold to buy an office in the city.
The people don’t want them in their town. The Church of the Triune, which forbids magic, has increased its hold on the population, despite the Red Baron’s efforts to stamp it out.
Newly-crowned queen Johanna is staring into the empty coffers after the extravagant spending by her husband’s father before his death. King Roald is off in the garden to catch frogs, and she faces condemnation by the church in the knowledge that Saarland will need both money and magic to defeat the Red Baron’s army.
Here is a sample:
She was just about to join Nellie whom she spotted on another bench when there was a shout from the reeds, the tone of the voice distressed. The guards looked at each other and frowned. The courtiers gasped.
“Was that His Majesty?”
The guards had already taken off into the reed bed.
Johanna called out, “Roald. What’s going on?”
He would not answer that of course. He never did.
Johanna ploughed into the reeds after the guards. There was a narrow path where Roald usually walked. The ground was pretty soggy and she had to step carefully from one patch of flattened reeds to the next so her shoes didn’t sink into the mud. Her dress snagged on sticks that had washed up during the flood.
“Roald!” she called.
Something went, “Eeeeh! Eeeeeh!” in the reeds.
That sounded like his voice.
A courtier caught up with her. The man ran past her through the reed bed with a splosh-splosh-splosh and disappeared into the greenery in the direction of the river.
There was another shout, this time from one of the guards at the front.
Johanna hesitated. The ground got very wet here. More mud and puddle than dry land, really.
She kicked off her shoes and continued clumsily. The reeds were hard to walk on with her soft feet. The water was cold and the mud squished—eeew—between her toes.
The hem of her dress got very wet. She could see glimpses of the courtier’s back between the reeds. He was heaving something heavy.
By the Triune, Roald was all right, was he?
But his voice was still going, “Eeeeh! Eeeeeh!”
He did that when he was distressed. He would be swaying, his eyes wide. She had to get to him quickly, to comfort him.
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