The old man continued singing, taking Bonnie Earl through innumerable verses. The elves remained frozen, afraid to move, afraid to break the spell. Aleatha and Lord Durndrun held each other a little closer. The dragon’s eyelids drooped, the old man’s voice softened. The creature seemed almost asleep when suddenly its eyes flew open, its. head reared up.
The elves grabbed their weapons. Lord Durndrun pushed Aleatha behind him. Paithan lifted a tree branch.
“My god, sir!” cried the dragon, staring at the old man. “You’re soaked through! What have you been doing?”
The old man looked sheepish. “Well, I—”
“You must change those wet clothes, sir, or you’ll catch your death. A warm fire and a hot bath are requisite.”
“I’ve had enough water—”
“If you please, sir. I know what’s best.” The dragon glanced about. “Who is the master of this fine house?”
Lord Durndrun shot a swift, questioning look at Paithan.
“Go along with it!” the young elf hissed.
“That—that would be me.” The lord seemed considerably at a loss, wondering vaguely if etiquette dictated the proper way to introduce oneself to a large and slavering reptile. He decided to keep it short and to the point. “I—I’m Durndrun. L—lord Durndrun.”
The red eyes fixed on the stammering knight. “I beg your pardon. My Lord. I apologize for interrupting your jollifications, but I know my duty and it is imperative that my wizard receive immediate attention. He’s a frail old man—”
“Who’re you calling frail, you fungus-ridden—”
“I trust my wizard is to be a guest in your house. My Lord?”
“Guest?” Lord Durndrun blinked, dazed. “Guest? Why, uh—”
“Of course, he’s a guest!” snapped Paithan in a furious undertone.
“Oh, yes. I see your point,” murmured the lord. He bowed. “I will be most honored to entertain—uh—What’s his name?” he muttered aside.
“Blessed if I know!”
“Find out!”
Paithan sidled over to the old man. “Thank you for rescuing us—”
“Did you hear what he called me?” demanded the old man. “Frail! I’ll frail him! I’ll—”
“Sir! Please listen. Lord Durndrun, the gentleman standing over there, would like to invite you to stay with him at his house. If we knew your name—”
“Can’t possibly.”
Paithan was confused. “Can’t possibly what?”
“Can’t possibly stay with that fellow. I’ve made prior commitments.”
“What is the delay?” demanded the dragon.
“I beg your pardon, sir?” Paithan cast an uneasy glance back at the beast.
“I’m afraid I don’t understand and, you see, we don’t want to upset the—”
“Expected,” stated the old man. “I’m expected somewhere else. Chap’s house. I promised. And a wizard never breaks his word. Does terrible things to your nose.”
“Perhaps you could tell me where. It’s your dragon, you see. He seems—”
“Overprotective? A butler in a grade-B movie? Someone’s Jewish mother? You got it,” said the old man in gloomy tones. “Always happens when he’s spellbound. Drives me crazy. I like him better the other way, but he has an irritating habit of eating people if I don’t keep a leash on him.”
“Sir!” cried Paithan desperately, seeing the dragon’s eyes begin to glow red.
“Where are you staying?”
“There, there, Sonny. Don’t work yourself into a lather. You young people, always in a rush. Why didn’t you just ask? Quindiniar. Some fellow calls himself Lenthan Quindiniar. He sent for me,” added the old man with a lofty air. “Wanted—a human priest. Actually I’m not a priest. I’m a wizard. Priests were all out fund-raising when the message came through—”
“Orn’s ears!” murmured Paithan. He had the strangest feeling that he was wandering about in a dream. If so, it was high time Calandra threw a glass of water in his face. He turned back to Lord Durndrun. “I’m—I’m sorry, My Lord. But the—er—gentleman has already made a prior commitment. He’s going to be staying with … my father.”
Aleatha began to laugh. Lord Durndrun patted her shoulder anxiously, for there was an hysterical edge to her laughter, but she only threw back her head and laughed louder.
The dragon decided apparently that the laughter pertained to him. The red eyes narrowed alarmingly.
“Thea! Stop it!” ordered Paithan. “Pull yourself together! We’re not out of danger! I don’t trust either of ’em. And I’m not sure who’s crazier—the old man or his dragon!”
Aleatha wiped her streaming eyes. “Poor Gallic!” She giggled. “Poor Gallic!”
“I beg to remind you, gentlemen, that my wizard is standing around in wet clothing!” thundered the dragon. “He will likely take a chill and he is subject to a weakness in the lungs.”
“There’s not a thing wrong with my lungs—”
“If you’ll provide me with directions,” continued the dragon, looking martyred, “I will go on ahead and draw a hot bath.”
“No!” Paithan shouted. “That is—” He tried to think, but his brain was having a difficult time adjusting to the situation. Desperately, he turned to the old man. “We live on a hill overlooking the city. The sight of a dragon, coming on our people suddenly like this! … I don’t mean to be rude, but couldn’t you tell him to … well …”
“Go stick his head in the pantry?” The old man sighed. “It’s worth a try. Here, you! Dragon.”
“Sir.”
“I can draw my own bath. And I never catch cold! Besides, you can’t go galumping around the elves’ city in that seal carcass of yours. Scare the bejeebers outta them.”
“Bejeebers, sir?” The dragon glared, tilted his head slightly.
“Never mind! Just”—the old man waved a gnarled hand—“take yourself off somewhere until I call for you.”
“Very good, sir,” the dragon answered in hurt tones. “If that is what you truly want.”
“I do. I do. Now, go along.”
“I have only your best interests at heart, sir.”
“Yes, yes. I know.”
“You mean a great deal to me, sir.” The dragon began to move ponderously off into the jungle. Pausing, he swung his gigantic head around to face Paithan.
“You will see to it, sir, that my wizard puts on his overshoes before going out in the damp?”
Paithan nodded, tongue-tied.
“And that he bundles up well and winds his scarf around his neck and keeps his hat pulled low over his ears? And that he has “his warming drink first thing on awakening? My wizard, you see, suffers from irregularity—” Paithan stiff-armed the old man, who was howling imprecations and making a run for the dragon. “My family and I will take good care of him. He is, after all, our honored guest.”
Aleatha had buried her face in a handkerchief. It was difficult to tell if she was laughing or sobbing.
“Thank you, sir,” said the dragon gravely. “I leave my wizard in your hands. Mind you take good care of him, or you won’t enjoy the consequences.” The dragon’s great forefeet dug downward into the moss, sending it rolling, and slowly slithered into the hole it had created. They could hear, from far below, the rending and snapping of huge tree limbs and, finally, a thud. The rumbling continued for several more moments, then all was still and silent. Hesitantly, tentatively, the birds began to chirp.
“Are we safe from him if he’s down there?” Paithan asked the old man anxiously. “He isn’t likely to break loose from the spell and come looking for trouble, is he?”
“No, no. No need to worry, Sonny. I’m a powerful wizard. Powerful! Why I had a spell once that—”
“Did you? How interesting. If you’ll just come along with me, now, sir.” Paithan steered the old man to the carriage house. The elf thought it best to leave this place as soon as possible. Besides, it seemed likely that the party was over. But, he had to admit, it’d been one of Durndrun’s best. Sure to be talked about the rest of the social season.