The dragon had not missed him. His leg was bleeding badly. No. His leg was gone. He screamed then in the full horror of what had befallen him. Hest with one leg? Hest a pathetic cripple that others would mock? ‘NO!’ he shouted. ‘Yes,’ rumbled Blue Glory. The open jaws closed on him, and his last scream was engulfed in the scarlet and yellow cavern of the dragon’s maw.
