The two dragons, having heard their master's call, swiftly slithering through the caves and tunnels of the mountain, until they reached the palace, coming to bow in the presence of the Genie of Asdèldow, obediently bending their proud, horned heads before him.
“My friends”, the Lord of the Palace spoke to them, “Andhymadev, my dear, and you, Nhirida, my child, I have heard words piercing my immortal heart like spears. Tell me, please, was it you who had me drink too much, so to trick me into allowing my memory to be stolen?”
“It is so”, the first dragon replied. “Indeed, that was us”, the second confirmed.
“And how do you justify such deeds?” the Genie spoke once more, his voice broken by the emotion.
“Master”, Andhymadev spoke, “in order to tell the story of the time of your birth, on
