The Flight of Dragons Page #5

We best follow the old

fellows example.

We'll be nearing the devils

realm by the morrow.

And will need all

the rest we can get.

Do you Hear? Strange. Like some insects.

Not?... Crickets no doubt.

- Seems to make my hold head tingle.

- Yes it It is rather annoying.

It couldn't be! They only

appear at the seashore.

What?

Impossible I tell you!

Why you yelling at me like that!

You stupid slobbering beast!

Don't you know Sand Murks?

Why you idiotic, tin coated,

little goody two shoes.

Peter, it's the Brain Fryer!

Blot out the cursed sound!

Sand Murks, try to understand!

Hold Sir Peter, I beg you.

It's the Sand Murks.

Horrid little creatures who

attacked by the millions.

Their chirping drives all

living things insane.

Your brain will

burn till you die!

Ow!

I did it to bring you to your senses.

Now listen, fly, fly away

before it's too late!

Can't,... I can't, used up all

my left in the crash before.

Look, I see them.

Clear your mind! Think, think anything

a poem, a song, don't let

them burn your mind!

Aah!

d Soombody call me an

inn, lue sing cuckoo d

d girl-it's-sad-and-briad-med!... d

d Oh sing cuckoo! d

I come from Alabama, with

a banjo on my knee...

Aah!

I'm gon-I'm gone to Louisiana

my true lov... my true

Aah!

No! For to see. For to see.

Help!

Help me!

It rained all night

- Melisande!

- The Noise! I can not stand it!

Melisande, come to your senses!

You! You killed my mother and father,

you blamed the night demons!

But you!

Melisande!

Aroo.

Aah!

Oh Susana, don't you cry-

aah!

Come from Alabama

Aah!

d Cu, cu, cuckoo ah! Nay see cuckoo

play cuckoo lucy cu cuckoo. d

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Aroo.

- What?

- They've, they've retreated.

Thank heaven. Thank heaven.

Oh my child, what have I allowed to happen.

Have they robbed you of all your senses?

With you sleep like this forever?

Oh, my darling, darling child.

Aroo.

Hold cur. Not one step further.

And this is the thanks I get?

Gorbash old friend.

You look like you've seen a ghost.

Matter of fact, maybe you have.

Who's laughing? Huh? Making such

a confounding racquet.

I haven't slept a wink all night.

Missed my gold and

Aragh, good old boy,

I -I thought you were dead.

- You know him?

- Know him? Of course I know

It's Aragh, friend of the family.

Like a, a big brother to you.

What's the matter, Gorbash?

Did the Sand Murks steal your memory?

Sand Murks? Were there

Sand Murks? Here?

Nonsense.

They live by the sea.

Eh Smrgol, you could always

sleep through anything.

The whole trick with Sand Murks is

to get the big one, the queen.

The others are brainless without her.

Aragh, you're supposed to be dead.

Killed, dragged out to

sea by a giant squid.

Quite right.

I woke up underwater.

Awaken, brave Aragh.

I am Solarius, lord of this realm,

and I can restore you.

Do I, do I live once more?

No, you are drowned, but

I have a task for you.

Accomplish it, and

you will live again.

Yes.

Ommadon has enlisted the Sand

Murks to defeat Carolinus.

You must destroy them.

Give me life and I will.

After the task. For nothing living

can withstand their terrible cries.

Destroy them and you will

start to breathe once more.

Seemed like a fair bargain.

I did my part, and as soon

as Queen Sand Murk was gone

I started to breathe.

So Solarius obviously did his.

Good old Gorbash.

What times we used to have.

Aragh, I've-I've got to explain.

Explain later, we have the

Sun and must press on.

Forward, to the realm of the red death,

and the Red Crown of Ommadon!

Aroo.

- You have friends about?

- A female Trouble.

She's protecting her cubs.

Wait!

If he's not careful, he'll have

the whole family on his hands.

I can't say I mind the

chance to rest though.

What the blazes?

Blazes? We've got to get loose.

It's Dragon Ruins.

Hold your breath, don't breathe.

Ugly, foul, smell.

Those golden (crimson) flowers.

Can't stay awake.

Not a wolf for miles.

Well, whoever is doing the

shooting god bless him.

He certainly can

handle a longbow.

I trust he's on our side.

There he is.

Good show old man. I bow to such expertise.

And doff his helmet to a better man that I.

And I doff my cap to you Sir Orin.

By all thats holy!

I am Danielle of the woodlands, Sir Orin.

You know me?

My father sang of your exploits.

You have always been a hero of mine.

- Too good to be true.

- Hush!

You must forgive the wood elves.

They are petty outlaws,

but good at their jobs.

And this is their leader,

Giles Of The Treetops.

For shame!

We saw the dragons.

We thought they were Ommadon raiders.

A thousands pardons Sir Orin.

Had we but known.

Ahh, think nothing of it little fellow.

The way things are nowadays,

we all get a bit mucked up.

Get your men down from the

trees and awaken the dragons.

Hurry now.

Whatever your quest is,

I should be honored to join.

Well, it's a bit unusual,

but, speaking for myself,

I should be honored.

Nay, delighted to have you.

I assure you, my skills

will prove most useful.

Daniel has joined them father,

and Giles, The Elvin Outlaw.

Night is falling and

they are but a day away,

from the Realm of Ommadon.

Looks like an inn.

Hellsway,

last outpost of civilization

before the realm of red death.

And beyond that wall, all is Ommadon's.

Seems to be a castle guarding the gate.

Ay, Gormli Keep.

The tollhouse on the way to Hades,

with a giant ogre as tollkeeper.

The Ogre of Gormli keep,

I've heard tell of him.

A lumbering three-eyed

giant as big as a house.

Press on, to Hellsway Inn.

Good bed and some hospitality

will be welcome tonight.

Innkeeper.

Innkeeper I say.

At your service Sir Orin.

How are my friends doing, below?

I will look to them.

I do not usually allow

dragons in my cellars.

But for you...

Who are those four somber spoilsports?

Merchants from Ommadon's realm.

You allow Ommadon swine!

Shh!

My inn is between two worlds.

I cannot take sides.

Well I don't like um!

I'll see to the dragons downstairs.

On to Ommadon.

- More wine?

- Wine not.

This isn't wine. It's mead.

But not bad.

Peter, how that a' Beacon

Street song go again?

d I came from Louisiana

with a banjo on my knee. d

d Oh ho, Susanna, oh don't you cry for me, I've

gone to Alabama with a banjo on my knee. d

Pluck-a, pluck-a, pluck-a,

pluck-a, pluck-a,...

I am ruined!

Those dragons, they've

devoured over 100 ham,

60 cheeses,

and at least 30 barrels of my finest mead.

Tut Tut, you will be well paid.

Dragons have gold you know.

- They have it with them?

- You will be paid eventually.

My father told me,

"Never extended credit to a dragon."

Shh.

Too late for such caterwauling's.

Too late.

For the morrow brings

Your rooms are ready.

Will you finally to bed?

- Ay, good innkeeper.

- For we may not see another night.

I'll, show you the way.

And lo, they sleep. An all to

brief surcease, well earned.

And but for the watchful moon keeping her

vigil o'er the slumbering countryside

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