The mud had turned to slush and the town was still far away. The dragon’s head was getting heavier by the minute.
He would need a change of clothes before he presented himself in the king’s court. He was drenched down to his underwear.
Like all good fairytales, the king had promised him farmlands and the choice of any girl in the kingdom to be his wife.
This would prove to them why his books were more precious than swords and gold.
After all, the 74 royal knights before him hadn’t figured that dragon’s couldn’t breathe fire in the rains.