dragon with a glittering collection of treasures and an even richer collection
of stories. But, dragons and boys are not meant to live together – or are they?
intent. Why else would he pull him free? What misfortune, James thought. To be
dragged from quicksand only to be eaten by a dragon.
“Eat you?” Farloft retorted. “I would rather starve than put anything as
filthy as you in my mouth. Where are your people?” Farloft demanded.
He didn’t give James time to reply before breaking into a tirade. “Did your
father not warn you about the dangers of cutting peat by yourself? Had I not
come by when I did you would have drowned. I cannot believe your parents let
you out alone on a day like this.”
Farloft stuck his nose up in the air and inhaled deeply. “By the smell of it, it will not be more than a few hours before it snows again.”
Farloft looked down at the boy. The lad stood before him coated with mud from head to foot, doing his best to remain standing. The cold, a close brush with death, and a dragon encounter left him unsteady on his feet and close to tears.
“Are you all right?” Farloft asked, in a gentler tone.
The boy wiped at his nose with one muddy fist. “Yes, sir,” he replied.
“Do you think you can make it home?” Farloft asked.
“Aye,”the lad replied quietly, but made no move to go.
“Well then, off with you.” Farloft commanded.
James barely took two steps before his knees buckled and he collapsed to the ground.
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