Disclaimer: read one of the earlier chapters.
Sorry it took me so long to get this up, but I managed to get M2 to give me the cassette, so now there shouldn't be _too_ much trouble. I _do_ have school to worry about, so don't expect daily updates.
Reviews: Elendil Star-Lover: Thanks for reviewing - multiple times! I know the chapters are short, but I'm really busy during the day, and staying up at night isn't an option - I sleep badly enough as it is... I might be able to work on this more during the Easter holidays... I hope...
Chapter Six
The next morning, they headed for a nearby village, arriving just in time to see a red-haired woman being pelted with vegetables as she shouted, "You must start to fight back!" Kirsti and co. stood on the outskirts of the village as they observed. Bowen rode forward as a man answered,
"Your father sang that sour tune once, and we did fight back. But once was enought, we'll not answer it again!"
"No, Hewe, just cringe like a dog under Einon's boot."
"Well, at least a cringing dog's a live one!" Hewe answered and made as if to throw a watermelon at the woman. Bowen grabbed the melon out of his hand and said,
"Hey, why waste good food on bad revering*?"
The woman answered, "I speak the truth." Bowen laughed.
"Truth! Well, it's rarely inspiring, lass, and it never wins rebellion. But it _will_ stretch necks, if there _is_ a neck undernearth that little... _mudpile_!" He handed the melon to the woman, who glared and stuffed it in his face. The villagers laughed. Bowen looked away.
Moments later, Draco swooped in, calling, "Ready or not, here I come!" The villagers panicked, screaming "Dragon!" Bowen's horse trotted forward a bit as Bowen watched Draco.
"It's _Draco_!" Draco called, correcting the villagers.
"About time!" Bowen muttered.
Draco flew low, making a large hole in a thatched roof as he watched. Draco perched on a cliff, licking his chops.
"It seems you people are in need of a dragonslayer. Where's the lord responsible for this village?" Bowen called. Hewe poked his head out his door.
"Brock lives in a big house about six miles away. Anything happens, he'll pluck our pockets to pay for it."
"I won't pluck them as deeply." Bowen grinned. "I'll make you a fair offer. Take it, or leave _him_!" Bowen gestured to Draco, and, on cue, Draco roared, breathing fire. The villagers ducked and cowered. The redhead came out of hiding.
"It's enough you people grovel to Einon. Will you be bullied by some broken down blackmailing knight as well?!"
Bowen laughed loudly. "That's right, you don't need me, settle it yourselves." Bowen turned to look at a group of very pretty girls with long, brown, braided hair who watched him in fear. "Of course, there are other ways. Perhaps you'll part with one of your precious daughters, instead of gold?" Bowen suggested, walking toward the girls who looked at each other in fear.
Hewe shouted, "No!" and darted for his daughters, pulling them close. Bowen continued,
"Dragons _are_ partial to maiden sacrifices, I hear," he said, as if stating a fact.
"Yeah, right," Kirsti snorted quietly.
A few minutes later, the redheded woman found herself tied to a stake in a cart. "Don't do this! Don't do this to me! I- I was born in this village! You knew my father! You knew my _mother_!" She was terrified, struggling and looking around.
Kirsti and the Hogwarts students headed for Draco's cliff. Draco saw Bowen riding toward him and asked, "Who's the girl?"
"A nuisance, get rid of her!"
"Why?" Draco asked, bewildered.
"They're trying to placate you with a sacrifice."
"And who ever gave them _that_ bright idea?!"
"Just get rid of her!" Bowen snapped, exasperated.
"How?"
"Eat her!"
"Oh please, yech!" Draco made a face.
"Aren't we squeamish? You ate Sir Eglamore, hypocrite!"
"I merely chewed in self-defence! But I never swallowed."
"Improvise!"
"All right, alright!" Draco said, taking flight. He flew toward the cart and the villagers scatterd. The woman screamed, struggling. Draco grabbed the cart in his claws and kept flying. He worked the woman of the stake, dropping the cart in the village pond. The woman fainted.
Draco doubled back to the cliff and over the ridge, where he landed just long enough to let Kirsti and the others climb on. He then headed back to the waterfall.
As Draco landed, Kirsti hopped of and started getting rid of the ropes which had bound the woman. Harry helped her lay the woman down on a rock and then stepped back. After a moment, the woman woke up and had a fit as she saw Draco.
*Not sure if this is the right word, but that's what it _sounded_ like! I'm working from a video tape with Finnish subtitles, so I can't really check...
(*This was put up just before I posted*) As I said to Elendil Star- Lover, I know, this is terribly short! But I'm really busy during the day, and staying up at night isn't an option - I sleep badly enough as it is... I might be able to work on this more during the Easter holidays... I hope...
Please review!
Sorry it took me so long to get this up, but I managed to get M2 to give me the cassette, so now there shouldn't be _too_ much trouble. I _do_ have school to worry about, so don't expect daily updates.
Reviews: Elendil Star-Lover: Thanks for reviewing - multiple times! I know the chapters are short, but I'm really busy during the day, and staying up at night isn't an option - I sleep badly enough as it is... I might be able to work on this more during the Easter holidays... I hope...
Chapter Six
The next morning, they headed for a nearby village, arriving just in time to see a red-haired woman being pelted with vegetables as she shouted, "You must start to fight back!" Kirsti and co. stood on the outskirts of the village as they observed. Bowen rode forward as a man answered,
"Your father sang that sour tune once, and we did fight back. But once was enought, we'll not answer it again!"
"No, Hewe, just cringe like a dog under Einon's boot."
"Well, at least a cringing dog's a live one!" Hewe answered and made as if to throw a watermelon at the woman. Bowen grabbed the melon out of his hand and said,
"Hey, why waste good food on bad revering*?"
The woman answered, "I speak the truth." Bowen laughed.
"Truth! Well, it's rarely inspiring, lass, and it never wins rebellion. But it _will_ stretch necks, if there _is_ a neck undernearth that little... _mudpile_!" He handed the melon to the woman, who glared and stuffed it in his face. The villagers laughed. Bowen looked away.
Moments later, Draco swooped in, calling, "Ready or not, here I come!" The villagers panicked, screaming "Dragon!" Bowen's horse trotted forward a bit as Bowen watched Draco.
"It's _Draco_!" Draco called, correcting the villagers.
"About time!" Bowen muttered.
Draco flew low, making a large hole in a thatched roof as he watched. Draco perched on a cliff, licking his chops.
"It seems you people are in need of a dragonslayer. Where's the lord responsible for this village?" Bowen called. Hewe poked his head out his door.
"Brock lives in a big house about six miles away. Anything happens, he'll pluck our pockets to pay for it."
"I won't pluck them as deeply." Bowen grinned. "I'll make you a fair offer. Take it, or leave _him_!" Bowen gestured to Draco, and, on cue, Draco roared, breathing fire. The villagers ducked and cowered. The redhead came out of hiding.
"It's enough you people grovel to Einon. Will you be bullied by some broken down blackmailing knight as well?!"
Bowen laughed loudly. "That's right, you don't need me, settle it yourselves." Bowen turned to look at a group of very pretty girls with long, brown, braided hair who watched him in fear. "Of course, there are other ways. Perhaps you'll part with one of your precious daughters, instead of gold?" Bowen suggested, walking toward the girls who looked at each other in fear.
Hewe shouted, "No!" and darted for his daughters, pulling them close. Bowen continued,
"Dragons _are_ partial to maiden sacrifices, I hear," he said, as if stating a fact.
"Yeah, right," Kirsti snorted quietly.
A few minutes later, the redheded woman found herself tied to a stake in a cart. "Don't do this! Don't do this to me! I- I was born in this village! You knew my father! You knew my _mother_!" She was terrified, struggling and looking around.
Kirsti and the Hogwarts students headed for Draco's cliff. Draco saw Bowen riding toward him and asked, "Who's the girl?"
"A nuisance, get rid of her!"
"Why?" Draco asked, bewildered.
"They're trying to placate you with a sacrifice."
"And who ever gave them _that_ bright idea?!"
"Just get rid of her!" Bowen snapped, exasperated.
"How?"
"Eat her!"
"Oh please, yech!" Draco made a face.
"Aren't we squeamish? You ate Sir Eglamore, hypocrite!"
"I merely chewed in self-defence! But I never swallowed."
"Improvise!"
"All right, alright!" Draco said, taking flight. He flew toward the cart and the villagers scatterd. The woman screamed, struggling. Draco grabbed the cart in his claws and kept flying. He worked the woman of the stake, dropping the cart in the village pond. The woman fainted.
Draco doubled back to the cliff and over the ridge, where he landed just long enough to let Kirsti and the others climb on. He then headed back to the waterfall.
As Draco landed, Kirsti hopped of and started getting rid of the ropes which had bound the woman. Harry helped her lay the woman down on a rock and then stepped back. After a moment, the woman woke up and had a fit as she saw Draco.
*Not sure if this is the right word, but that's what it _sounded_ like! I'm working from a video tape with Finnish subtitles, so I can't really check...
(*This was put up just before I posted*) As I said to Elendil Star- Lover, I know, this is terribly short! But I'm really busy during the day, and staying up at night isn't an option - I sleep badly enough as it is... I might be able to work on this more during the Easter holidays... I hope...
Please review!