Chapter Twenty One

“I tried to call up St George just to get rid of the beasts but something odd occurred. I got two dragon slayers instead of one and neither of them was St George.”
“One was me,” I murmured. “And the other?”
“Sir Lancelot du Lac,” the old man snorted.
“Sir Lancelot?” The memories pressed in harder. “But he accused me of stealing his horse!” I took a sip of the tea. It had a smoky tang to it.
Merlin nodded. “He’s still at large. We need to find him.”
“We?” I looked at him in astonishment.
At that moment there was a loud explosion from the corridor and I jumped, spilling my tea. Merlin leapt to his feet, his eyes blazing.
“Excuse me,” he growled. “It’s probably one of the apprentices trying to get into one of the other rooms. One of the caustic spells has just been set off.”
He strode out of the room and has been shouting at a couple of people called Neptas and Imidgen for at least ten minutes…
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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