Dragonslayer Page #3

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Hodge, what are you doing with this?

Burning... water.

Hodge, don't die.

Listen to me.

You're not going to die.

Urland.

Come on. Don't slow down here.

- Is the whole kingdom like this?

- No. We're near the lair.

The lair? Where is it?

- It doesn't matter.

- Show me. Where?

We're in no danger

if we just pass through quickly.

I want to see it.

Griel.

Malkin! Malkin!

- Are there other entrances?

- No. One's enough.

Don't be a fool! You'll provoke it!

How do you know it's in there?

Go on, then.

Get yourself burned alive.

What a fine trick that will be.

Vermithrax?

Tu saxum saxorum

in adversum montem operam da!

Inatibulum inquinatum draconis!

No! Consistete!

Redite... No!

Ascedete!

He's done it!

Put that away!

What if you were seen?

Musicians?

She was twice the man

of anyone in the village.

Now she's twice the woman.

Would that I was

as clever as her father.

Come, Griel.

Don't begrudge a life spared.

No, I... I begrudge nothing.

But I wonder at what we have seen...

and how it was done.

- You were there.

- Aye. And isn't it strange

that the very moment

that the beast was put down,

there should be a holy man

in the village?

Now, isn't that strange?

Could the Christian god

bring down a mountain?

- Is it possible, Father?

- Of course. Why not?

A celebration!

Well, don't stop on my account.

Musicians, more music.

A toast... to the deed of the day.

What would you have of us?

With you? Not a thing.

It's this one.

The King would meet

our new-found benefactor,

and offer his gratitude

to the one man who has succeeded

where so many have failed.

What sort of gratitude?

A knife in the belly?

An arrow in the chest?

My young friend, I would as soon

dispatch you as I did the rest,

and for the same reason,

but His Majesty would have a cosy

little chat and commands otherwise.

Behold. Eggs fit for a king.

All right...

How many of you

have ever seen a table fly?

None of you. None of you

have ever seen a table fly.

Stand back.

Heus... mensa... surge!

Surge mensa.

- Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

- Enough. That'll do.

- I can do this.

- It's not necessary.

Tell me, the landslide,

it was accomplished this same way?

Er... yes.

Did you ever hear of King Gaiseric?

Oh, no. Of course not.

You weren't even born.

He was my brother. A great king

and a valiant man-at-arms.

When he ascended the throne,

the dragon was unbridled.

No one knew where

it might strike next,

so he brought forth

his broadsword and his spear,

assembled his fighters

and went out to do battle.

He was never seen again,

but his attack provoked terrible

reprisals - villages incinerated,

entire crops burned, death, famine...

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