THIRTY-SEVEN
Melitta reached the ground a moment behind George, but she was no match for him when it came to sheer speed. She suspected no man could beat him, so powerful was his godmother's gift.
She wanted to shout after him, to warn him that the dragon wasn't weakened, that they couldn't have given it enough lime. But she could scarcely catch her breath as she ran.
The armoured knight became a human torch, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Tears of frustration sprang to her eyes, but she didn't slow. The dragon had seen George, and it knew him. And remembered.
George was too busy looking at its head that he never saw the tail swing up, sending him flying. Then it lowered its head, drawing flame from deep in its belly to burn him to death, too.
"No you don't, you vi
