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However, he was not now looking into the telescopes facing away to the ogre's castle. He was standing next to it, and scowling angrily. Beyond the borders, deep in the dark forest, he could see what looked like a bright red salamander from this distance. The dragon had revealed himself. This ruined the jester's plans. He watched as tiny figures moved and struggled in the trees, looking like lichen at the feet of a tiny, red amphibian. For a moment more he stormed down the tower stairs. Blackfoot was waiting outside the door of his apartments. "I'm going," the donkey snapped as he burst through the door, into his home. "The dragon has shown himself. If he screws this up, I won't be able to make my move." He stopped to sling a pair of saddlebags over his back with his teeth, then reached under his chest to fasten them. "It's come time for me to intervene directly. Are you coming?" "I...," overwhelmed, Blackfoot hesitated, trembling for a moment. Ferret was considered a delicacy among Dragon circles. His particular species was nearly extinct because of it, which is why he was known by the species name, rather than the name his parents gave him before they were eaten. He looked at Quicksilver. If the donkey won, he would be named chancellor. If he lost, he would be named dessert. He swallowed hard. Either way, it was better than wasting away in this castle as a servant. "I'll come." He grabbed up his haversack, tossed on the cloak Quicksilver was holding out to him, and followed him behind a tapestry. A door clicked to, and the apartment was silent once more. |
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