Dragonslayer Page #2

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I left my farm and for what?

For a cremation, that's what.

All because

someone said find a magician -

not a local fellow, an import,

some 100 leagues from home -

an all-powerful necromancer.

Huh! That's some necromancer.

Hold your tongue, Griel. Eat.

I'll not eat. I'm not hungry.

He's right.

I brought us here for nothing.

What is it? Who's there?

Salvete, viatores!

Good morrow.

Good morrow. Peace be with you.

What do you want?

My lord Ulrich is no longer.

All that you asked of him,

you may now expect of me.

The dangers he would face,

I will now conquer.

The task he would undertake,

I will now fulfil.

I am Galen Bradwardyn, inheritor

of Ulrich's craft and knowledge...

and I am the sorcerer you seek.

Close enough. Bring her out.

Now be it known throughout

the kingdom that this maiden,

having lawfully been chosen

by a deed of fortune and destiny,

shall hereby give up her life

for the greater good of Urland...

By this act shall be satisfied

the powers that dwell underground

and the spirits that attend thereto.

In gratitude for this sacrifice,

His Majesty declares the family

Plowman to be free of obligations

for a period

not to exceed five years.

Duly ordained!

What have you got there, Hodge?

- None of your business.

- Gold, eh?

- Shall I change it into lead?

- Save your jokes for someone else.

I do not care

for braggarts... or frauds.

- I'm no fraud.

- Fool, then.

Upstart. Whatever pleases you.

Look, Hodge,

nobody forced you to come along.

I came of my own

free will, all right.

We each do the Master's bidding

in our own way.

What are you doing? Don't come in!

- How's the water?

- It's cold.

I prefer to swim alone

if you don't mind.

Stay away!

- Look. Isn't that the...?

- Yes.

- The retainer from Cragganmore.

- Why is he here?

- Filling in for his chief.

- You going to allow that, sir?

Bring me my bow.

No, I'm not going to say anything.

I don't blame you.

I was careless. A silly woman.

Oh, I... I knew the moment I saw you.

I've known the whole time.

You never knew a thing.

No one's known, not since I was born.

The lottery.

- Daughters are chosen, sons are not.

- That's right.

- Unless you're the King's daughter.

- What do you mean?

If you're rich enough,

your name never goes in.

My father is poor.

So are a lot of fathers.

No!

No!

No!

Hodge!

Hodge!

Hodge.

- Galen, can you hear me?

- I hear you.

Do you know, somebody shot me,

but I can still talk.

There's something

that needs to be done.

- I know.

- No, no. Not the dragon.

The master's ashes. Here.

I'm sorry.

You'll have to peel it loose.

- Burning water!

- What?

Find the lake. Throw it in.

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