George and the Dragon Page #5

Get away from that thing.

No, you get away!

Princess Lunna!

Princess Lunna, thank God

you're safe. You've no idea...

Princess Lunna?

This is the little lamb

we've come to find?

Elm.

l knew you'd come.

Subdue this fooI.

What fool's that?

This one.

Holding the sword which is

obviously too large for him.

No, Princess, you don't understand.

Your father sent this fool.

Excuse me?

This gentleman,

Sir George, to find you.

Well, very well, but no one

is going to harm this egg.

What kind of egg is that?

lt's a dragon's egg.

-And its name is Smite.

-May l touch it?

Wryn, you stay put.

l'm getting you out of here and then

l'm gonna destroy that thing.

You're not getting me anywhere.

l was doing perfectly well

untiI you showed up.

RealIy? Because you look

very cold

and extremeIy hungry to me.

l've got something for you.

Wryn, come and heIp me.

Don't speak to me.

I wasn't pIanning on it.

lf you came to kill a dragon,

you came to the wrong place.

l came to find you.

Where there's a baby

there is a mother.

Adelaide died.

AdeIaide?

That's what l caIled her.

She had a terrible wound.

Two days ago shejust crawIed off

into the lake and didn't come back.

Smite may be the last dragon

God ever creates,

and l intend to protect him.

So you are hungry.

Perhaps.

l might just have

something for you.

l'd eat anything.

-lt's Iiquorice, Garth told me...

-Garth?

He doesn't know me at all. That's

the worst substance l've ever eaten.

Very well put.

Lunna, l brought some

of your things from the campsite.

And l've brought you

a special piece of venison.

Elm, you always

were so thoughtful.

Wryn, thank you.

Yes, l'll take the first watch.

-You scared me.

-Sorry.

lt's gonna be

a long day tomorrow.

Better get some rest.

Elm.

You know we can't let it live,

don't you?

-l don't suppose we could...

-No.

No.

l'll do the dirty work.

TeIl me, Wryn.

Do you hope one day to be a hired

killer like Sir George here?

l'd Iike to be a knight,

if that's what you're asking.

-Why?

-Sounds like fun.

There's nothing fun

about killing, Wryn.

lt's very dirty,

deeply unpleasant

and not something l'd recommend

to anyone at all.

What about you, George?

Aren't you still

in the business of killing?

l'd hardly call it a business.

My father must be

paying you a fortune.

If you call an acre of land and two

head of cattle a fortune, then...

yes.

How curious. A knight

who doesn't seek fame,

a mercenary

who doesn't seek fortune.

-Why did you follow this path?

-l had no choice.

My path was set down for me

before l was born.

And you don't have a choice now?

No, I have a duty.

A duty of honour, to honour

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