Dragon Slayer Page #5

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The travelers exchange nervous glances. Valerian motions to

one of his companions. The man steps forward and hands over

a leather pouch. One by one, Valerian places the contents on

the table for Ulrich's inspection.

VALERIAN:

A bone. Scorched. A rock, fire-

blackened.

(pause)

Scales.

At this, Ulrich advances and closely examines three shimmering

irridescent disks as big as saucers.

ULRICH:

All right. How did you come by these?

VALERIAN:

(proudly)

I found them. At the mouth of the

lair.

ULRICH:

(grim)

What else?

Valerian reaches under his jerkin and withdraws what appears

to be a curved sword. He jabs it into the table.

VALERIAN:

A claw.

ULRICH:

That's no claw. It's a tooth. By the

gods!

He runs a finger along a serrated edge and gazes bleakly at

his visitors.

ULRICH:

And you want me to do battle with

that?

Valerian has lost all trace of timidity.

VALERIAN:

Who else can we turn to? We all know

what we're dealing with here. This

is a basilicok.

(he takes a step

forward)

A cockatrice.

(another step, bolder)

A dragon.

(he leans close to

Ulrich)

This is no stag, no bear, no natural

creature. This is one of your kind.

And only a necromancer such as

yourself can rid us of it.

ULRICH:

Did you try the Meredydd sisters?

What about Rinbod? I've heard it

said he killed a dragon once.

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