Page 65 of Darkest Desire

“I still have no plans to pierce my female’s nipples,” he said blandly. “Though I do believe the Emperor could benefit from my wormhole technology.”

“Yes, well…” Thruck’s sane head looked irritated. “Let’s get on with the hunt, shall we? You’re our only new rider. Do get yourself a meat bun from the cart so we can find you the right mount.”

“Thank you.” Sirex accepted a large, dark blue steamed bun from a cart one of the servants was rolling around. When he took a bite, he found that the savory meat filling inside was bright yellow and extremely spicy.

Luckily he liked spicy food so he took another bite as Lord Thruck escorted him to the stables.

“Do you know anything about gallumphers?” he asked as they neared the first of the extremely tall wooden buildings. They were painted dark purple with white and green trim around the doorways.

“No. I’ve never even seen one,” Sirex admitted.

“Then you’re in for a treat! They’re beautiful animals and these are all thoroughbreds. The Shining One and the Emperors that came before him have been breeding them for generations,” Thruck said. “You there, boy,” he called to one of the servants—a stable boy in a purple and green coverall. “Bring out G’errr and be sure he’s saddled.”

The stable boy looked up at the enormous Trollox with wide eyes.

“Really, my Lord? But G’errr, he’s just finished molting and you know that makes him?—”

“At once!” Thruck roared, glaring down at the boy.

“Yes, my Lord!” The stable boy ducked his head in a quick bow and scurried into the enormously tall structure.

“Er, how big are the gallumphers anyway?” Sirex asked, frowning as he surveyed the tall, rounded doorway. The stables looked to him a bit like the kind of doghouse one saw sometimes on Earth—well, if a doghouse had been stretched up two stories high and elongated.

“Oh, they’re not small by any means. If they were, how could we ride one?” Thruck’s sane head gave a hearty laugh. “Ah, here comes your mount now!”

Out of the tall, narrow doorway came the strangest beast Sirex had ever seen. It was as tall as the Earth animal called a giraffe but it looked nothing like it, he thought. For one thing, the head was longer than the short, stumpy body. It had beady orange eyes and a massive beak, as big as Sirex himself, which came to a sharp point. There was also a bony protuberance on the top of its skull with two long slits on either side.

The creature had sloping shoulders and a narrow back. Sirex soon realized that its front legs weren’t legs at all—they were massive wings that were folded in the middle. The creature walked on all fours, using the “knuckles” of its folded wings as its forelegs.

In comparison with the massive head, the back of the gallumpher was small and shriveled looking—scarcely bigger than the backside of a pony, which gave it a strangely lopsided look—at least to Sirex.

The entire animal was covered in tiny, opalescent white feathers that flared pinkish gold in the light from the red sun. The beak, in contrast, was a dirty orange-brown. It was wearing a saddle high up on its back, between the wings, and the stable boy was leading it by a very long set of reins.

“Here you are, my Lord,” he said to Thruck as he led the enormous gallumpher closer. “All saddled and ready to go.”

As he spoke, the gallumpher tossed its huge head and let out a fierce, shrieking wail that seemed to come from the slits on the sides of the bony protuberance at the top of its skull.

“Ah, he’s feeling himself today, your Lordship,” the stable boy said, fighting to hold on to the reins. “Old G’errr is ready to hunt for that pesky Grox!”

“And so he shall. Bring the mounting steps for my friend here,” Thruck instructed.

“At once, my Lord. Here.” The boy handed the reins to Sirex, who was suddenly faced with holding the enormous creature in place.

Gerrr seemed to know that he was no longer in experienced hands because the huge gallumpher tossed his enormous head, nearly lifting Sirex clean off the ground.

“Hold!” he shouted, taking a firmer grip on the reins and dragging the enormous head downward. It took all his strength to control the huge beast and Gerrr didn’t seem inclined to obey easily. There was a cunning intelligence in those beady orange eyes—Sirex sensed that he was going to have a fight on his hands if he wasn’t careful.

The stable boy returned shortly with a massive ladder which hovered over the purple grass. He parked it at Gerrr’s side and then beckoned for Sirex to come over.

“Here, I’ll hold the reins while you mount—he knows me,” he told Sirex. “Mind you hold him in tight and don’t give him his head. Molting makes ‘em want to rut and if you don’t watch him, he’ll go for the wild gallumpher females that live over ‘cross the valley.”

“All right, thank you.” Sirex nodded. He wondered if he ought to ask for a different mount, but he sensed that Thruck had chosen this one for him for a reason. Maybe he was waiting to be impressed or planning to grant Sirex an audience with the Emperor if he did well on his first hunt.

Either way, Sirex wasn’t backing down. He had ridden fire drakes in the past—they could roast a male alive with one breath. Surely a gallumpher couldn’t be any worse.

Could it?

Sirex certainly hoped not. He mounted the ladder and threw one leg over the saddle. Once he was settled, the stable boy climbed up the ladder and handed him the reins.

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