‘I strike no bargain. I take. What have you to offer that I cannot take from you when I like?’ ‘Safety. Your safety. Swear that you will never fly eastward of Pendor, and I will swear to leave you unharmed.’ A grating sound came from the dragon’s throat like the noise of an avalanche far off, stones falling among mountains. Fire danced along his three-forked tongue. He raised himself up higher, looming over the ruins. ‘You offer me safety! You threaten me! With what?’ ‘With your name, Yevaud.’
