George and the Dragon Page #3

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

my father, to honour my oath.

Perhaps that doesn't make much sense

to a spoilt little princess.

Most of us can't be quite as

frivolous as we might like.

But l suppose

that too, for a girl Iike you,

is rather difficult

to understand.

Then l don't suppose

you understand me at aII.

-We can't push the cart up the hill?

-No, it's far too steep.

Then you must promise me

to be very careful.

l promise.

Should we clear a path in there?

Oh, no.

Not now.

l hope nothing happens to it.

l've never seen a real dragon.

Oh, no, he wouIdn't dare!

As the daughter of the king,

for the last

time I order you

not to harm this egg!

That's twice!

l cannot believe

you've done that again!

Enough is enough.

One day you'll

thank me for this.

One day l'll hang you for this!

I'm not leaving without Smite!

The riders are coming!

l'm not Ieaving without him!

Hang it alI!

All right.

All right.

But if that thing slows us down,

l swear to you you'll be

the only woman in England wearing

dragon skin shoes, understood?

Yeah.

Why me?

Elm?

Thank the lord.

George?

No.

George!

Watch out for the tree!

My dear...

My darling, are you all right?

l think l'm fine, thank you.

My little sweetheart.

Damn, you brought the egg

right to the cart.

Well, thank you, Elm.

lt would be nice

if someone eIse noticed.

All right, we've got to get

Smite into the cart.

The cart happens to be

full of your...

your dresses.

Now it'll fit.

Suppose we'd better get the egg.

Let's go.

Go on, go on.

Wryn, have you ever seen

one of these?

lt's better than

a bucket of water.

Torgyle's about

a day's ride from here.

They'll run us down

long before then.

Thanks to that, we're going

slower than a snail's pace.

Maybe we should head

towards the mountains.

Pack it in, Wryn.

No, we have to stay near the lake

in case it hatches.

And that might be soon.

Smells like a princess.

An interesting relic.

Could be worth something.

l'll tell you when l've sold it.

We go north.

Mountain path.

Lake path.

Which way?

We need to buy some time.

We can't teII which way they went.

Should we split up?

We have to.

Take four men and...

Wait.

There.

Very clumsy.

They make this too easy.

lt's that sound again.

He's not gonna stay in there

much longer, you know.

And this blanket

isn't big enough.

Your Highness, l don't suppose

we could use your...

No, l don't suppose we could.

What is this?

They took the lake road!

Come on!

l still can't believe

you're actually here.

What's this?

Have you kidnapped the king?

Shh, cousin, calm down.

Concentrate.

Say ''rabbits and radishes.''

Rabbits and radishes?

Hey, it works.

She's all right, let her go.

l was trying to say

that you're smothering me.

l'm sorry, Sister,

I couIdn't risk you being heard.

What is that?

Dear cousin,

we have a small problem.

lt's a big problem.

-lt's a small dragon.

-That's about to hatch.

lt's a dragon's egg?

Sister Angela.

Was it you causing

all this commotion?

And who may l ask,

are your visitors?

Mother Margaret, this is my beloved

cousin, the Princess Lunna.

-And this...

-Oh my good Lord!

What in heaven's name is that?

lt's a dragon's egg,

Mother Superior.

How is that possible?

l thought they'd been extinct

for hundreds of years.

lt may be the last of its kind and l

feel compelled to take it to safety

where it can be

no harm to anyone.

And where may that be?

l understand her point, Mother.

But I fear there is

no such place.

lt is my belief that this egg

should be destroyed.

l'm afraid l agree with you, sir.

Sister Angela,

your friends

are very welcome here,

but that creature, whatever it is,

most certainly is not.

See that it is despatched

as soon as possibIe.

Please, Mother Margaret,

please don't.

lt is for the best.

OnIy God knows what havoc

it will cause when it hatches.

Now, sir.

Actually,

l am of a different opinion.

l don't believe my eyes!

You know each other?

We did some boating together

at one time.

So, there are your friends?

Mother Margaret and l

met many, many, many years ago.

One ''many'' would have been

quite sufficient.

And so, this is your path

to peace and tranquility?

l got a little sidetracked.

lt would have been a good deal less

dangerous if l'd gone with Tarik.

Mother Margaret?

Something is not evil just because

we don't understand it.

Besides, the princess has a unique

understanding of creation.

l, for one,

am going to listen to her.

-But Father Bernard...

-And as someone else who has

a big heart l think you should

listen to her as well.

Very weII.

On your own head be it.

But no one else,

except for those of us here,

can know about it.

And it must be hidden in the stables

till morning

and it must be gone by then.

lt will be, l promise.

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