Dragonheart Page #4

rotting between my molars?

Oh, God, my mouth is so dry.

No, no, no, stop!

No, stop!

Sorry about that.

lt seems we're in a bit

of a stalemate, wouldn't you say?

Yuck! But l can go

three days without sleep.

l can go three weeks.

Ooh! l'll stab you

before l nod off.

And l'll chomp you.

Marvelous, we'll kill each other.

- What do you suggest?

- A truce.

Get out of my mouth

and let's talk face-to-face.

How do l know l can trust you?

l give you my word.

The word of a dragon.

lt's worthless.

Stubborn lout!

l should have known!

Go on. Kill me!

l don't want to kill you!

l never did!

And l don't want you to kill me!

How do we gain?

lf you win, you lose a trade.

lf l win, l wait around

for the next sword slinger...

thirsting to carve a reputation

out of my hide.

And l'm tired of lurking in holes...

and skulking in darkness.

l'm gonna let you up now.

And if you insist...

we can pursue this fracas

to its final stupidity.

Or you can listen

to my alternative.

Hmm?

What's the alternative?

Father, Father, look!

Dragon!

Out of the way!

Out of the way!

Out of the way!

Pesky critters, dragons.

You!

Like big rats.

You never seem to get rid of them.

Unless you pay me

two bags of gold, in advance.

Come on, Dragon.

Come on, Dragon.

Yes!

Ow!

Hmm.

Hello.

Twenty-eight, twenty-nine.

Most profitable, Dragon.

l should have met you a long time ago.

There is much gold in the world.

Perhaps when you've had your fill of it,

you'll no longer need me.

l am a Knight of the Old Code.

My word is my bond.

- No compunctions then?

- About what?

Well, such deception hardly befits

a Knight of the Old Code.

Fleecing Einon's lackeys.

That's a service to mankind.

ls it?

When you squeeze the nobility,

it's the peasants who feel the pinch.

That's not my concern.

Why should l stick my neck out

for people afraid to risk their own?

Don't clutter up

a clever scheme with morality.

Mmm, so be it...

Knight of the Old Code.

lf l wanted my conscience pricked,

l would have stayed with the priest!

Huh! And what does a dragon

know of the Old Code, anyway?

His blade defends the helpless.

His might upholds the weak.

His word speaks only truth.

Shut up! l remember.

That's all it is, a memory.

Nothing can bring it back.

You sound like one who tried.

And failed.

So l no longer try to change the world,

Dragon. l just try to get by in it.

Yes, it's better than death,

l suppose.

Oh, is it? l should think

you'd welcome death.

You know, the last of your kind,

all your friends dead,

hunted wherever you go.

Do you delight in reminding me?

Yes, Knight,

l do long for death.

But fear it.

Why? Aside from your misery,

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