"Christopher Rowley - Bazil 07 - Dragon Ultimate" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rowley Christopher)

And then there'd come the sudden, groundshaking news that the
fortress had fallen to a brilliant surprise stroke. So the 109th Marneri
Dragons were standing among the crowds welcoming home the
conquering heroes, a change for them, they had noted with some
amusement.

"This dragon happy not to have had to march all the way to Axoxo in
the first place," said Alsebra, expressing a view held by all.

For the parade they were positioned very well, just where Tower Street
opened out onto the wide parade ground in front of the tower. They sang
dragon songs and even a round or two of the Kenor song to welcome the
men back, but they really lit up when the dragon squadrons came
marching up the street. The dragons roared welcomes back and forth.

There was Burthong, the champion Brasshide dragon, who'd stood
beside them at the battle of Sprian's Ridge, and Champa, the old
leatherback veteran from the Teetol Wars.

After the marching and the speeches were over, festivities got under
way in the dragonhouse. Beer and hot vittles were served up in great
quantities, and dragonboys from all the units present were mixed together
in the refectory. It wasn't long before the question was asked.

"Where's Relkin?"

"Don't ask," came the response from Swane of Seant.

"Poor Relkin," said little Jak.

"What happened?"

"Witches got him. They took him away."

"Where?"

"The Islands. Months back."

"He wrote us a letter once."

"They cut bits out of it before they let us see it."

"He'll never get back."

"Who's looking after his dragon?"

"Curf."

"Curf!"