GoKawiilThe George Business
by: Roger Zelazny, Scribed by: Sam theScholar
Deep in his lair, Dart twisted his green and golden length about his small hoard, his sleep troubled by dreams of a series of identical armored assailants. Since dragons' dreams are always prophetic, he woke with a shudder, cleared his throat to the point of sufficient illumination to check on the state of his treasure, stretched, yawned and set forth up the tunnel to consider the strength of the opposition. If it was too great, he would simply flee, he decided. The hell with the hoard; it wouldn't be the first time.
As he peered from the cave mouth, he beheld a single knight in mis-matched armor atop a tired-looking gray horse, just rounding the bend. His lance was not even couched, but still pointing skyward.
Assuring himself that the man was unaccompanied, he roared and slithered forth.
"Halt," he bellowed, "you who are about to fry!"
The knight obliged.
"You're the one I came to see," the man said. "I have-"
"Why," Dart asked, "do you wish to start this business up again? Do you realize how long it has been since a knight and a dragon have done battle?"
"Yes, I do. Quite a while. But I-"
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