| Dragon: | Man - ling, I smell you and sense you're there. I hear your breath Come along little spy, There is nothing to fear, to fear! |
| Man: | Sorry sir, sorry sir. O blackest of Dragons, I don't want to cause trouble. I only want to look at you to see if you were truly great as men say. I did not believe them. |
| Dragon: | Am I great? Am I? |
| Man: | Truly sir, words just fail completely short of reality. O Thou the Blackest and the Greatest of the Dragons. |
| Dragon: | Spies are not normally polite, nor are liars. Who are you really and where do you come from. |
| Man: | O'er marsh and windswept waste my paths have led and over the seas I've travelled far. And through the air. I am he that walks unseen. |
| Dragon: | I may believe you but that is hardly your ususal name. |
| Man: | I am the Scourge of the Northern Wastelands. I am known as the Mist Walker. |
| Dragon: | Lovely titles, but titles don't me so much when luck runs out. |
| Man: | I am the Wanderer, he who searches out the Truth, the Learner of Lore, I am He who Knows. |
| Dragon: | Much better, but don't let your imagination run away with you. Very well, 'He who Knows'. Maybe you know what men need to know, and maybe not. What do I care of men. You may walk in mist, but you did not walk all the way. Let me tell you I ate six horses last night, I shall eat all the others before long. You'll come to a bad end. too. Do you Know that too? |
| Man: | You don't know evry thing O Great Worm. Your Gold did not bring us here. |
| Dragon: | I am pleased that you had some real business in these parts, besides my gold! My gold! |
| Man: | I tell you your gold was hardly an after thought with us. We came over marsh and windswept waste, over marsh and windswept waste, by sea and sail, for Revenge. Revenge. Thou, so Black and powerful, so Wealthy must realise that your success has made you some bitter enemies. |
| Dragon: | Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Revenge! Revenge! The Lord of the Vale is dead, dead, and where are his men to seek revenge? Revenge? Revenge? His councillors all are dead, and I have eaten their people, like a Wolf among sheep, and where are the sons, that dare approach me. I go where I wish and none dare resist. From the far frozen North came I. I will return when I choose for I am Strong. Thou who knows little. My scales are like ten thousand shields, their edges are swords, my talons like spears. The lash of my tail a thunder bolt. But just one glance from my eyes is death! One glance is death! Once you are transfixed by my eyes, there is no return. Your death is my wish. |
| Man: | Truly there can no where be found your equal. What magnificence you display. Weapons such as these so invincible. |
| Dragon: | Yes, they are rare and powerful indeed. Look, what do you say to this! |
| Man: | Awesomely terrible. Perfect, Flawless, Staggering! Well I really must not detain Your Blackness any longer, or keep you from much needed rest. Horses take some catching I believe. And so do Spies. Old fool, why there is a large patch at the base of his throat as large as an egg and as vulnerable. |
Robert Hugill