The Flight of Dragons Page #4

but, if this game sells...

You know something, Mr. Dickenson?

Nothing personal, but

you're a real dragons nut.

They fascinate me.

Always have.

I'm sure they really existed at one time.

See, I'm trying to dope out how they

breathed fire, how they flew, how they...

I take back the nut part.

Your a dragon fanatic.

Right, I eat, breathe, and sleep em'.

I hope to become a member

of England's Dragon Society

and I live here in Boston!

You turn, evil wizard.

Why am I always the bad guy?!?

Nine!

Aha! I got you blocked in

The Enchanted Ice Passage,

frozen stiff.

Yeah, but an 11 we'll give me

dragon fire to melt it...

That's going to be our leader?

That's the seven hundred and

seventy seventh son of...

Antiquity must know.

Trust Antiquity.

How's he going to stand up to Ommadon?

Playing with toy dragons.

Look! Look closely at those small

chessman he's playing with.

The piece the pawn broker

is playing with is Ommadon.

And there's me,... and my brothers.

Dickenson piece is you!

And in the background, Princess Melisande!

Extraordinary!

Somehow, Dickenson knows what

we look like.

Somehow...

Good old Antiquity.

I knew I could trust it.

Gorbash, fly to Silvenair and wait for me.

Tell Melisande to summon

Sir Orin Neville-Smythe.

But where are you going?

Intombley... Varioso...

Custon... Wizar... Kala!

Bring me to him. I insist!

Marvanzio... Kala!

What the heck happened? Hey, are

you deaf or something?

A splendid game.

Come down and joint it.

What?

Untronto... Kala!

Twelve.

There's no beating that.

Come down I say.

Kala.

- What happened?

- I'll explain during the journey.

- Journey?

- Sit down.

Vidzumad... Kala.!

Keep your wits we're almost there.

That's what you said before!

Since those diced burned out it seems

like we've been falling for hours.

Actually it's been more

like ten centuries.

- Welcome home, Carolinus!

- Good old Smrgol!

A dragon!

I'm actually seeing a dragon!

A real dragon?

Call me Smrgol!

Son of a gun, a dragon!

I'm talking to a dragon!

I'll get you down.

A dragon, I'm riding a blooming dragon!

What you call me?

Ow!

- Turn your head!

- Pardon me, I'm sorry.

I've just been singed by dragging fire.

What a great way to travel.

Well, if you don't need me any longer,

I hear the call of my comrades.

A mating dance perhaps Um?

Really, Smrgol. At your age.

You wanted dragons my son,

dragons you shall have.

I'll never understand.

All those toy chessman I carved.

Those dragons and wizards.

How did I know what you look like?

Why question? Just trust Antiquity.

Am I dreaming all this?

Am I on that game board or in reality?

Perhaps somewhere in between.

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