Dragonheart Page #3

Your hair, like fire.

You gave me this scar.

Didn't you?

l... owe... you.

l can, uh--

l really can.

Sorry, Bowen.

l hope you like it well done.

You must have hated us very much.

l hated one of you.

These l killed because l wanted

to kill him. But l never found him.

l never will.

lf you're the last, he must be dead.

Oh, yes.

Tell me, what was he like...

this, uh, dragon

that you hated?

He only had half a heart.

But even that was enough

to pollute an innocent boy.

Einon was no innocent!

He polluted the heart!

How do you know that?

How do you know that, Dragon?

All dragons know that story.

What was to be their hope

became their doom.

A spoiled, ungrateful child was given

a great gift and destroyed it!

No! l knew Einon.

l was his teacher.

l taught him

the ways of honor, of right.

Then he betrayed you...

just as he betrayed

the dragon whose heart he broke.

That's a lie, Dragon!

Stop calling me ''Dragon''!

l have a name.

Well, what is it?

You couldn't possibly pronounce it

in your tongue.

- Try me.

- lt's--

Next time stab more flesh,

less cloth.

l'll pierce your heart!

You already did.

A very special heart,

like no other.

A black, withered thing

without pity.

Then teach me.

Pity me.

l'll give you everything.

Even power.

You're so beautiful.

Even power.

Even a throne.

Oh, dear.

Thank you.

lt's passed now.

What was it?

An old complaint

that acts up now and again.

Forgive me if anything

l said, if l upset you.

lt wasn't you, not you.

Don't be afraid.

l won't let you suffer

the same fate as me.

l've come to help you.

This will bring you out

well below the castle walls.

Thank--

You.

Have you been watching over me

all night?

l've been thinking.

Yes? About what?

Many things.

Mostly about what to call you.

l think l've found you a name.

You say that as though you reached up

and plucked it from the sky.

l did.

Up there.

Do you see that group of stars?

l know those stars very well.

- Do you see the shape that they make?

- Mm-hmm, a dragon.

Yes.

They call it ''Draco.''

lt means ''dragon''

in the scholars' speech.

So instead of calling me

''Dragon'' in your tongue...

you'll call me ''Dragon''

in some other tongue.

You're right.

lt's silly.

No. No, l would be honored

to be named after those stars.

l-- l truly would.

Thank you, Bowen.

Draco.

Throw off the yoke

of Einon's oppression!

We must start to fight back!

Your father sang that sour tune once,

and we did fight back.

And once was enough!

We'll not dance to it again!

No, Hewe, just cringe

like a dog under Einon's boot.

At least a cringing dog's

a live one!

Hey! Why waste good food

on bad rhetoric?

l speak the truth.

Truth?

lt's rarely inspiring, lass.

And it never wins rebellions...

but it will stretch necks,

if there is a neck...

underneath that little mud pie.

Ready or not, here l come!

Dragon!

lt's Draco!

About time.

Mmm!

lt seems you people

are in need of a dragonslayer.

Where is the lord responsible

for this village?

Brok lives in a big house

about six miles away.

But he'll only blame any damage on us

and pluck our pockets to pay for it.

l won't pluck them as deeply.

l'll make you a fair offer.

Take it, or leave him!

lt's enough you people

grovel to Einon.

Will you be bullied by some broken-down,

blackmailing knight as well?

That's right, you don't need me.

Settle it yourself.

Of course, there are other ways.

Perhaps you'll part with...

one of your precious daughters,

instead of gold.

Dragons are partial

to maiden sacrifices, l hear.

Don't do this!

Don't do this to me!

l was born in this village!

You knew my father!

You knew my mother!

- Who's the girl?

- A nuisance. Get rid of her.

- Why?

- They're trying to placate you

with a sacrifice.

Now, whoever gave them

that bright idea?

- Never mind. Just get rid of her!

- How?

- Eat her!

- Oh, please! Yuck!

Aren't we squeamish?

You ate Sir Eglamore, hypocrite.

l merely chewed in self-defense,

but l never swallowed.

lmprovise.

All right, all right.

He's coming! Quick!

You have a beautiful voice.

Oh, thank you. We dragons

love to sing when we're happy.

Well, you're not like

a dragon at all.

Well, how many dragons

do you know?

Well, you're the first.

You should never listen

to minstrels' fancies.

A dragon would never hurt a soul,

unless they tried to hurt him first.

Really? Then why were you

in my village?

Oh! The village!

Yes, the village!

You remember the village?

Leave him alone, you bully!

Run, Draco, fly! l'll hold him!

- Pick on someone your own size!

- Where have you been?

l'm truly sorry, Bowen.

l've been distracted.

Bowen, meet Kara.

- You should have eaten her.

- Oh, don't get angry, Bowen.

Why not?

You left me high and dry.

l was worried to death!

Worried? About me?

Yes, about you!

l had the whacker all set up.

Half the village is out there with me.

We're searching the skies for you,

l don't know where you are.

lf you're coming back,

when you're coming back. You just--

Disappear.

Be careful!

He's coming!

Well, well, well,

it can't be!

But it is!

My old mentor.

Still giving carving lessons?

Get off your horse.

l'll give you one.

Time's not been

kind to you, Bowen.

- You should never have broke with me.

- lt was you who broke with me!

And yet you return to me

with this girl l lost.

l think she wants to stay lost.

Not her decision, l'm afraid!

l'm ready for my lesson now, Knight.

That's one lesson you never learned!

Only expose your back

to a corpse!

You are a corpse!

You just don't know it!

Lie down, Bowen!

You're the sorry scrap

of dead worlds and dead beliefs.

No! They were your beliefs!

Never. Never mine.

You said the words!

You spoke them from your heart!

l vomited them up

because l couldn't stomach them!

Because l knew it was

what you wanted to hear!

Lies! Liar!

l taught you!

You taught me to fight,

that's all!

l took what l needed from you.

You taught me to fight!

You taught me well.

Who asked you to interfere?

l had everything under control!

Here, let me see.

lt's knitted well.

You have a healer's touch, Kara.

ln a few days,

it'll be just another scar.

And what's one more scar?

To a knight, l mean.

l once knew a knight.

He stood all alone

against an evil king...

and even saved a rebel leader

from blinding.

He must have had many scars.

- That knight died

of his wounds long ago.

- That's too bad.

His kind is badly missed

in this world.

- That's the way

the wretched world is, girl.

- Doesn't have to be.

Men like you could--

could lead others.

You could give people

courage and hope.

Hope? Even if you

could raise your army...

do you think they'd stand a chance

against seasoned troops?

Last time they tried

it was a massacre.

- l remember. l was there.

- So was l.

That rebel was my father.

Let others stand with you. You'll see

this time the end will be different.

What are you looking at?

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