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Now, back to the besieging peasantsтАФa thought occurred that possibly he could use Acka
somehow to give the idea he had gone to get other dragons as reinforcements. NoтАФhe had
forgotten the archers. They had been too startled to get off any shots during his brief appearance
in the clearing, but that would not be so again.

A dead Acka looking like a pin cushion, with shafts sticking out all over him, was not something
Jim wanted to explain to the young dragon's family at CliffsideтАФ

He noticed suddenly that the dot that was Acka was now once more growing larger. For some
reason, he was headed back toward Jim. Ten to one he had thought of some reason or excuse for
prolonging the conversation and was coming back to have a further try at it. That should be
stopped before it had a chance to get started.

Jim filled his capacious dragon lungs. Acka was still too far away for his youthful voice to reach
Jim, but with Jim's mature dragon's voice and the younger dragon's acute hearing, Acka should be
able to hear himтАФputting Jim in the happy situation of being able to send the youngster home
without having to listen to his excuses not to.

"Acka!" he bellowed. "Go home!"

The dot that had just enlarged into a head-on dragon-shape hesitated, bob-bled uncertainly in mid-
air, and shouted something backтАФthat, just as Jim had expected, was unintelligible.

"Go home!" repeated Jim.



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But Acka kept on coming.

"M'Lord! M'LordтАж" he was shouting.

"What is it?" said Jim, angrily.

"There are a lot of georges coming down the trail from Castle Smythe toward Malencontril"
Acka's relatively high-pitched voice called back. "A lot of georges, m'Lord!"

The information made no sense at all. Georges were what dragons called humans, of course; but
in his somewhat run-down home Sir Brian Neville-Smythe never entertained, and there was no
oneтАж he thought of Brian's recent interests in politics, and a coldness began to form inside him.

"тАФAnd they're all on horses!" Acka's voice reached him again.

"On horses?" This made the coldness increase. Only gentry, knights, or men of higher rank rode,
except for the occasional courier or special servant.

"I'll take care of it!" Jim shouted at Acka. "Now you go home. GO HOME!"