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five days. Are you paying attention?”
    She’d paused and let a particularly long flame slide out of her left nostril. Cl’rnce stopped mimicking her and nodded. If she added flame from the right nostril, she’d fire it at Cl’rnce and fry him again. His sister had no sense of humor, not even a tiny bit.
    â€œYou’d better be listening, and you’d better get going,” she’d continued. “Gaelyn scried the crystal waters. Even if he’s not one of the expected obstacles for the Journey, Sir George is in the vicinity. He’s killed dr’gonsfrom seventeen of the eighteen dr’gon tribes. He’s bragged he’ll add a River Dr’gon.” She’d paused, made her prissy, tight-lipped face, and stared at him.
    Like always, Cl’rnce filed his sister’s fears away under
Crazy and Doesn’t Have Enough to Do So She Makes My Life Miserable.
But to get rid of her without being assaulted again, he’d nodded enthusiastically. She finally let him go.
    Unfortunately, Hazel had been right.
    â€œTime’s up, dr’gon. Come down, or I’ll burn the whole forest.” Nasty Sir George crouched at the base of Cl’rnce’s tree. The knight began beating a small rock against another larger one. When he got a spark, he laughed. He stood and pulled up a handful of dried weeds, tossing them down on the big stone. “I’ll have some roasted dr’gon if you don’t climb down.” He snickered, then smashed the rocks together harder. He blew at the sparks, sending them dancing over the dried leaves.
    â€œWhy?” Cl’rnce said. It was a good question, not just for Nasty Sir George but for Cl’rnce too. Why was he being diverted and irritated by this lunatic? He had only three more days to get the Whisper Stone to Ghost Mountain. If Hazel hadn’t been scarier than this knight, Cl’rnce would have chucked his inheritance, run home to Dr’gon and Wizard Technological School and Knights Academy, and hidden in one of his nap places. At least until he could come up with an easy way to dothe Journey or foist it off on Hazel.
    His sister was plenty bossy enough to be the Primus; she could handle the Council. If life was fair, Hazel would be the one delivering the Whisper Stone. All-day napper was the kind of River Dr’gon Cl’rnce wanted to be. He shouldn’t be running and hiding from a crazy killer knight or taking responsibility for the Whisper Stone.
    Nasty Sir George ignored Cl’rnce. He pounded the rocks together in a rhythm and sang,
    â€œ
Sir George will kill them all.
    Every dr’gon dies.
    Sir George will kill them all.
    Each nest of dr’gonelles will roast.
    Primacy will go.
    Every tribe will die.
    Dr’gon Slayer and I!”
    As he came to the last word, he dropped the rocks and drew out his overlong and rusty sword. Cl’rnce heard the knight murmur, “Dr’gon Slayer.”
    For a moment, Nasty Sir George stared down the length of his sword, smiling from his mostly-holes helmet with the long face plate that he wore backward. After a full minute, he blinked and looked around. “What was I doing?”
    Cl’rnce clamped his lips together and hoped. Maybe the crazy knight had forgotten Cl’rnce and would wander off. But Nasty Sir George slowly looked up and grinned. “Kill the dr’gon!” he shouted, and swung to hurl his sword up at Cl’rnce.
    But as his arm arced backward, a hand grabbed an edge of the knight’s arm armor and jerked him down to the ground.
    â€œNo one dies today!” a small girl yelled. “No killers!” She kicked Nasty Sir George in the helmet, making his head rattle from side to side in the metal. Then she jumped back with one hand over her mouth like she was shocked at what she’d just done.
    Nasty Sir George made growling noises, but like a turtle on his back, he couldn’t quite swing himself upright.