dragon!â Cam snapped. âDo you have a better idea?â
Meg didnât. They tramped awhile in cranky silence.
Then Meg decided to forgive Cam by talking about something else. âHe needs a name.â
âWho?â
âThe dragon.â
âHow about Sniffy?â Cam suggested.
âCam!â
âWhat? There he goes, sniffing and sniffingââ
âNo.â Meg caught herself from falling again. âHe needs a name he can grow into. Something dramatic.â
âNosy?â
âIâll think of a name by myself, thank you very much,â she huffed.
âI hope Tob doesnât mess with my bean vines,â Cam mused. âHe was mad the other day when I went off spying with you.â
âDonât talk about beans. Arenât you hungry?â
âIâm trying not to think about it,â Cam said.
They walked on for at least another mile. âStop!â Meg cried.
âWhat?â
âI do see a light!â
âWhere?â
âDown there!â Meg called the dragon so she could get a better look at the terrain. Sure enough, a trail dropped away down the hill. They had missed it in the darkness.
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Dagle and Dorn had to follow the little boy so far south of the city that they lost a fraction of their good humor
by the time they got to his grandmotherâs house. When the childâs granny agreed to sell the animal and invited them for supper besides, they soon cheered up again. Now they were heading back.
âShouldnât we have reached the city by now?â Dorn asked.
âI think we missed the turn,â Dagle told him, tugging on the cowâs lead. âMaybe we should spend the night by the side of the road.â
âSurely weâre getting close.â
They trudged along, their shadows swinging with the sweep of Dornâs lantern. The road began to narrow. Soon after, it sloped upward.
âWhatâs that?â Dagle said.
Dorn shuttered the lantern briefly, peering ahead. âItâs a light!â
They quickened their pace. But Dagle slowed again, disappointed. âThatâs not the city. Itâs another traveler. Maybe heâs lost, like we are.â
âMaybe heâs not.â
They came closer. âHo there!â Dagle called.
âHello?â came a girlâs voice.
âItâs a lass,â Dorn told his brother.
âAnd a lad,â Dagle said when they met up with the other travelers. A boy with curly brown hair stood beside a girl with her lighter hair in a braid. The girl stooped to adjust an odd-looking bundle at her feetâa dusty cloak that seemed to be moving about. There was no sign of a light.
The cow mooed uneasily.
âWhy, itâs the lad and lass from the castle,â Dorn said.
âHello,â the boy said. âHow are you?â
âVery well,â Dagle said. âWeâve just purchased this fine cow!â
âWhat for?â the girl asked. She straightened and stepped in front of her bundle. The bundle coughed.
âMind your manners, Emma,â the boy said. âMy sisterâs not used to princes,â he explained.
The girl nearly choked, she was that abashed.
âI remember,â Dagle said kindly.
âYou see, lass, this cow is going to help us catch a dragon!â Dorn said.
The girl looked alarmed. âIt is?â
Dagle smiled. âDonât be afraid for our safety, lass. The cow is merely bait for the ingenious trap that my brother and I will soon be constructing.â
The boy put his foot out to one side as if it hurt. Something thumped.
âWhatâs that youâve got?â Dorn asked, lifting his lantern.
âMy auntieâs pig,â the girl blurted. âWeâre taking him to her farm.â
Dorn lowered the lantern. âYou arenât lost, then?â he asked, pleased.
âNo,â said the boy. âAre you?â
Dagle and Dorn glanced