Chapter Eighteen

This was the big one. This was the charge that would either free me or execute me. I sat there feeling sick as Sir Feist-Orsa ran through the penalties for heresy again. My stomach was just about to start heaving when something large and green flying towards the window behind the prosecution dock caught my eye. Before I had a chance to cry out, a green scaled monster burst through the glass, snapping the metal window frame like dried wood, and landed on the floor between the docks. Sir Feist-Orsa ceased in mid-flow as glass showered down upon him. There was a general stir and then sudden silence as the court realised it was a dragon. She looked familiar.
“Oh dear!” The dragon turned her head and looked at Piera and I. “Am I too early?”
“Perhaps a little,” smiled Lord Pelles. “My dear Ophelia. How are you?”
“Very well, thank you,” she replied. “Enjoying this little holiday you’ve allowed me to take.”
“We, er, haven’t called the witnesses yet,” called Sir Feist-Orsa feebly.
“I’m well aware of that!” snapped Lord Pelles …
This is an excerpt from my novel Dragonscale Leggings
You can read an excerpt from Chapter Nine at a previous Wednesday Words blog.
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© Freya Pickard 2015
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