"Kushner,.Donn.-.A.Book.DragonUC" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dragon Stories)duration to loose their arrows. He flew past the marsh from
which he took his name and finally, as if drawn by the hungry waves, out to sea. Humble fishermen watched, gaping like fish themselves, while the great shape sailed on, now majestic in the sun, though sagging at the bottom, now clumsily tilting to one side or the other, until, with a gurgling splash, it plunged into the sea and rose no more. For many years after, the waters of that coast were unlucky. Fish shunned them. Fishermen had to journey far out into the 26 region of fogs and lolling gales for any kind of catch. Mothers would frighten naughty children with tales of the great dragon that dwelt beneath the waves, gathering its strength until it could rise in the air again. Some stories changed the cow- shaped stone to an anchor to which the beast had been teth- ered by a brave prince. Such versions gave more dignity to the dragon than the true story: that he had fallen victim to his own undiscriminating gluttony. Bog, perished through his own appetites too, though more indirectly. He was a medium-sized black dragon with a high fringe of scales on his head, rather like a chefs cap. The peasants called him Greedyguts, which was not quite fair since he was more a gourmet than a glutton. Somehow, he had become overly fond of human food, the more ornate and fanciful the better. He would attack wagon- loads of savory game pies on their way to the castle for the pre-Lenten feast, and would often turn up his nose afterwards at the mules. Sometimes he would be seized by a desire for simpler fare: he would thrust his neck down a merchant's chimney and pull a sizzling haunch of beef right off the spit, or suck up whole kettlefuls of succulent soup. On warm, sultry days, Greedyguts, in search of a lighter repast, would appear at picnics, his widespread wings hiding the sun like a black cloud. After the picnickers had fled, aghast, the dragon would gobble up all the dainties, and sometimes the picnic baskets as well, but he would always wipe his mouth with the white ground-cloths before flying away. He was considered more a nuisance than a disaster, and people accepted his visits with wry humor. After all, no one 27 |
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