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The centaur slammed the butt of his spear against the ground three times.

Silent prayers, it was.

Web decided he couldn’t hold on anymore and pulled his dick out of his pants and directed the stream towards the guard’s feet.

CHAPTER23

The tent was made of dragon hide. The scales gleamed in the firelight. Around Pan was the murmur of camp life, and beneath that was tension and fear. Children weren’t playing, they were staying close to their parents, and their parents were tired.

And all around the camp, armed guards moved as though they feared an attack was imminent.

Beard opened the tent flap and pushed Pan in.

There was a small fire over which a metal pot of water boiled. Pan paused for a moment, letting his eyes adjust to the dimmer interior.

The female he assumed to be the queen lay on a blanket as if expecting him.

He kneeled in front of her as Beard introduced him as a trespasser and dragon hunter. Both of which were wrong, but he wasn’t about to reveal that he spoke their language. He waited for them to address him in Tarikian.

“What is your name?” the queen demanded.

That depended on who he was talking to and what he wanted them to know. If he used any of the names that he’d gone by on Tariko, then they might work out who he was, which then meant that he had no access to magic. And admitting to being a god with no magic in the middle of a centaur camp was not the wise thing to do. However, he needed to know if Epona was around if only to avoid her in the future.

Though truthfully, she could be in any centaur camp.

She could be anywhere…or nowhere.

He could not have been the only god to have survived. That was a thought he didn’t want to dwell on. Couldn’t if he wanted to leave this camp with the dragon.

“You know me by many names, Your Majesty.”And hate me by all.And without magic, he couldn’t give her a glimpse of his power. Instead, he kneeled there, waiting for her answer.

She smiled as if she didn’t believe him. “One of many names, yet you travel with humans and seek a dragon. Why?”

“Lord Feryn, the new ruler of Beita following the death of his uncle, sent me on this quest. The male dragon is desperate for his mate.”

“And the humans? They are part of this world?”

Pan nodded. “They are. They know this place and the customs.”

“And one is a witch,” she said, as though only seeking confirmation.

Pan nodded. “He is adept at locating things and was leading us to the dragon. Your guard assured us she is alive.”

Please let that be the truth.

He was starting to understand why people prayed to the gods for help. It was because they didn’t have magic and needed magical help. So things were rather dire when he, a god, had no magic and no one to pray to.

Although he did have Noah…

“She is,” the queen confirmed. “Though for how much longer, I am not sure. When she dies, she will make a very nice tent.” The queen indicated to her lovely dead dragon tent. She placed her hand on her belly. “My daughter will need a tent. We lost so much when the world crumbled.”

“We all did, Your Majesty. As did the humans of this world.”

She snorted. “The humans of this world forced us out centuries ago.”

“That is true. Your kind are fierce warriors who fought in many battles for much gold.” Her dark hair was filled with golden beads. He didn’t want to count her kills. “You did not deserve to be forced out.”

She considered him for several heartbeats. “You have always had free passage between the worlds.”