The venerable Chevalier du Morte must travel to the Underworld to rescue his beloved Meredith after she and the Order's Mystic Healer are imprisoned by an ancient sorcerer with mysterious ties to Mark Ramsay. While he is battling evil forces on the astral plane, his son becomes a member of the Immortal Council of Twelve. One foe is vanquished and another awakened.
The Dragonslayer is the sixth book in the Assassin Chronicles of the Red Cross of Gold series. The Knight of Death continues the pursuit of his dreams of living a 'normal' life with his beloved Meredith even in the face of incredible obstacles. He must rescue her from the astral plane, but he cannot do it without the help of the residents who strike a hard bargain. He must help him vanquish a terrible dragon that has invaded their lands, but in so doing, he fulfils more of the ancient prophecies.
“I merely fled for my life and jumped into the pool,” he told her. “It’s quite deep. And cold.” He shivered instinctively at the memory of the icy plunge. Simon was not an accomplished swimmer and he did not care for drowning. He had drowned once and it had been quite unpleasant. Besides, he was not sure that they were immortal in this place. The scratches and cuts he received each night did not seem to be healing as they should. There were two or three rather more serious on his upper arms that were more than four days old.
“Ahh,” she nodded. So Simon had been having quite a few adventures in this place. “I see, but why were you fleeing for your life?”
“Shhh!” He put his finger to his lips. “Listen.”
Merry strained her ears and the faint sound of singing came to her. A melancholy, but lovely, tune floated to them over the sound of the waterfall.
“Who is that?” she asked in wonder. “I thought you said we were the only humans here.”
“We are,” Simon told her and his expression turned to one of boyish mischief. He enjoyed scaring her it seemed. “That… is not a human voice. Listen more closely.”
“It’s lovely,” she said after listening a bit longer. The language was totally unfamiliar. Nothing she had ever heard before. “But it is language, isn’t it? Surely some form of intelligence is behind it. It’s beautiful.”
“And most likely deadly,” he added.
“You still haven’t shown me the dragon,” Merry told him. “Is it a real dragon, like the one Mark Andrew had to fight?”
“I’m not sure,” Simon looked at her. “I never believed in dragons, Sister. They are not something the church teaches other than in metaphorical and symbolical terms. The church discarded all references to such things as what we are seeing here and attributed them all to the dark powers of Satan. I used to believe in witches, of course and I know the dark powers exist as surely as God, but I didn’t know of places like this. I never really believed the story Mark Andrew gave when he returned… until now. I thought he was relating a dream that he could not understand or perhaps trying to put something into words that he could not explain.”
“So did you see the dragon?!” she asked, her eyes wide now with excitement. A real dragon! She could not help but feel curious in spite of the obvious danger of their situation.
“That is the dragon’s voice you hear,” he said very quietly. “She is in there.”