The Last Dragonslayer Page #4

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Rather foolish of me, I know.

Is there something on your mind,

Miss Dragonslayer?

How much of Hereford do you think

it'd be okay to destroy

in order to save one person?

That's a wonderful question.

It's one I've asked myself

many, many times.

I think I could allow someone to, erm,

destroy, say, a fifth of my kingdom

for someone they really loved.

But not the whole thing?

That'd be pushing it a little bit,

wouldn't it?

It's nearly midnight.

If we're gonna do a seeing spell,

we ought to go.

What?

The thing Zambini dropped

was a receipt.

We think we know where he was

the day that he disappeared.

You sure this is the right place?

This is the StuffCo branch

that was on the receipt.

But it's closed.

Oh! Oh, I can see that

with my own eyes!

Bloody stupid observation!

Anyway, that's what

a seeing spell is for.

Provided you're standing

in the right acre

the spell can show you

events from the past.

Sirius in the ascendancy, Tilly.

Focus, Moobin.

Zambini's final

before he disappeared.

Oh, there!

Oh, by Shandar, that was quick!

It's not him, Jennifer.

It's just a vision of

what once was.

- No, no, no!

Did the spell break?

No, it did not.

So where did he go?

He disappeared,

and right on this spot.

And he tried to run.

Trapped,

by persons of vast magical power.

In a bloody supermarket,

of all places.

Jennifer?

Go back to sleep.

But I need my luggage.

My first night here,

I couldn't sleep either.

Because I was used to you

and the others all snoring next to me

and it was too quiet here.

But I didn't want to complain,

so I just lay here awake.

And in the morning,

he saw I was tired

and I think he figured out why

"Jennifer...

if you're to live with three old farts

you ought to have something younger

to boss around...

And then one day, by the border stones,

he gave me the Quarkbeast.

And he let him sleep in my room

even though Lady Mawgon called it

a travesty of hygiene.

I think I'd always wondered

what it was like to have a mum or a dad.

But you don't like

to think about that.

But then it was in that first week

I was in the garden

with my new Quarkbeast

trying to make him sit

with Zambini standing there

laughing at me

and I suddenly realized...

Oh.. right.

So this is what it's like.

It's exactly this.

And I burst into tears

and he came over

and he picked me up

and he hugged me.

And I just knew that one day

when I'd be grown up

and free to leave,

I wouldn't want to leave him.

Not ever.

Do you understand?

Just like I love my Polar bear?

Something like that.

Now go back to sleep.

Goodnight, candle.

Can I ask you...

Did you only bring me home

because my name was on that sword?

Am I just some part

of some plan of yours?

Because I thought...

I sort of hoped I might be...

I can't hear anything!

Please, I can't hear you!

Yes?

You did a rewiring job

for my client.

She's suing you

for 500 gold pieces.

Suing us?

Send the money

to the address in that envelope.

We already have nothing.

Now we'll have even less!

Oh, sorry. If I may?

Are you not together?

- Oh, no, no, no.

No, far from it.

I'm your new Assistant,

Miss Strange.

Do I know you?

Yeah. Erm, we...

We were orphans together.

Gordon.

Um... G... G... Gordon.

I was bit older.

A bit shy...

Erm, I took the liberty of visiting

the site of the accident

and I have questions.

Your client had a duty of care

to these wizards.

Did she take precautions

to shield them from distractions?

My client's home was destroyed...

- Hmm, I'll assume the answer is no.

Are you 18, Miss Strange?

No. You see, Miss Strange is

therefore not old enough

to legally sign a contract

invalidating any contract that your client

believes she has with this agency.

Consequently, I cite

the 1743 Act of Magical Licensing

indemnifying wizards

against casual magical damage.

Finally - this.

I'll give your client one clay to withdraw

suit, apologise, indemnify and recant

or I'll sue you!

Hmm!

Um... Your new Official Assistant?

Welcome aboard, Gordon!

- Ah!

Touche'. Well, I'll be

at the Dragon Station,

just catching up on the paperwork.

Ciao.

I can't pay you.

Oh, I'll just take a cut

of the merchandising.

What in the name of Shandar

is "merchandising"?

Aha! It's happened! By Shandar!

What is it?!

I think it's a custard cream.

I just waggled me finger,

then this lot happened!

Moobin! I do not wish to go to my grave

decapitated by a ginger nut!

I can't stop it.

The magic's out of control.

Maybe if magic ends

it goes out with a bang.

Well, why aren't we all drinking tea,

for goodness' sake?!

Can the death of the dragon

make magic unstable?

Zambini'd know, wouldn't he?

- He would.

We need his notebooks.

We need to open his study.

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

Nothing will open that door.

We've tried magic, and pliers.

I recently inherited a sword

that's extremely good at cutting things.

Oh!

No one's done the accounts

in about 300 years.

I'm having a great time.

Well... thank you, Gordon.

- Oh!

There you are!

Let's see how this handles a lock.

Gordon?

The Slayer must die!

We weren't properly introduced.

I'm Jennifer Strange

and this is Gordon.

The wizard Blacklock.

I've been chased by a mob,

threatened with royal execution

and now shot at with magical arrows.

I'm not exaggerating when I say

it's been a difficult few days.

So give me a compelling reason

not to chop your hands off.

You're going to kill the dragon.

The last dragon.

That is a terrible crime.

Put your hands out.

If you're gonna take my hands,

you'd better take my head as well.

I'd rather die than live

in a world without magic.

I've been trying my hardest

not to kill the dragon!

But even Maltcassion seems...

to want me to show up

with a sword this Sunday.

But... you're the Dragonslayer.

That's just my job title.

It's not my opinion.

My employer loved dragons.

He might have died for them.

So if anyone tries

to slay the dragon on Sunday

they're gonna have to get past me first.

You, young lady,

are completely wonderful.

I'm so sorry I tried to kill you.

You tried quite hard!

Well, I should have taken you out

for a coffee or something first.

Asked you a few questions.

But no. Stupid old Blacklock

goes charging in with his bow and arrow...

Apology accepted.

Oh!

Oh. isn't he lovely?

Hey!

Do you like that?

Do you?

What should I do?

I want to honour Shandar's Pact.

But...

- Remember, Shandar forged the Pact

not for justice but for gold.

He may have been a great wizard

but he was also a greedy man.

You can't say that about Shandar!

Before the Pact,

there were hundreds of dragons.

Now just one remains

and he never leaves his own lands.

Something is rotten there.

Be sure to camp out, the perfect spot

so tomorrow you can be in prime position

to claim some land!

Tomorrow is Slay Day!

Last chance to grab your

"Slay Day is my Pay Day" souvenirs

t-shirts, tankards and pencils!

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