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. NO! he was able to tell the Graygem firmly,
and it was then that he realized the black dragon behind him
was undergoing similar torture.
"But I don't WANT to flay the skin from their bones!"
the dragon whimpered. "Well, yes, I wouldn't mind having
my island back the way it was. And ten maidens who would
act like maidens and not turn into poets."
Looking at the dragon in alarm, Palin saw its red eyes
gleaming feverishly. Acid dripped from its forked tongue,
burning holes in the polished floor; its claws glistened.
Spreading its wings, the dragon lifted itself into the air.
"Tanin! Sturm!" Palin cried, grasping hold of the
nearest brother and shaking him. It was Tanin. Slowly the
big man turned his eyes to his little brother, but there was
no recognition in them.
"Help me, wizard!" Tanin hissed at him. "Help me slay
the dwarf! I'll be the leader of armies. . . ."
"Dougan!" Palin ran to the dwarf. "Do something!" the
young mage shouted wildly, waving his arms at the dragon.
"I am, laddie, I am," said Dougan calmly, his eyes on
the Graygem.
Palin could see the black dragon's eyes watching him
hungrily. The black wings twitched.
I'll cast a sleep spell, Palin decided in desperation,
reaching into his pouches for sand
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