thought experiment, of course. Except it really would be fascinating to see what sort of lair a dragon has. What it collects. That really would be a coup.â
âA coup?â Will clutched at his head. Heâd had Quirk marked as the sane one, despite her odd notions about the local overlords. She had exuded an aura of intelligence. But it turned out that what she really was, was a carefully created human mask over a sack full of crazy.
âYouâre all mad.â Will pawed at his forehead. âYou think you can feed an entire village fermented Fire Root? I mean what in all the Hallows is your plan for that? Are you going to mix it with the bread?â
Lette and Balur exchanged a glance. âThat,â said Lette, a note of admiration in her voice, âis a really good idea.â
âNo!â Will screeched again. He looked around for a safe harbor in the shit storm of madness. Firkin was still snoring on the floor. And Will knew that when he was looking to Firkin for sanity then things had really gone awry.
âSayâ¦â He could barely get the words out, but he forced them. âSay that all works. What do you then do about the giant fucking dragon that would notice his front door being forced open?â He pointed at Quirk. âWhat do you do about all the people you just sent to their deaths? Do you have a potion to fix that too?â
Quirk shrugged. âWell, it depends how much Snag Weed grows in these woods, I suppose.â
Will reeled. Sitting down as he was, he reeled. âOh.â He threw up his hands. âWeâre poisoning Mattrax now, are we?â He shook his head. âOf course we are. And how are we doing it? I suppose weâre drugging some oxen heâs been given to eat, and having him chow down on that. Just smuggling it into the castle disguised as guards or something?â
Silence followed this. Will took a breath, let it out as a sigh. Finally.
âGods,â Lette breathed. âYou really have thought this all out, havenât you?â she said.
Balur was nodding. âYou are being really very good at this,â he said.
No. No. No. No. No. Will clutched his temples.
âWhy?â he asked them. He was begging them, really. He grasped around for something they couldnât twist. âYouâre talking about poisoning the villagersâ morning bread. Mattrax doesnât eat until the evening. So your plan requires him to hold off on killing the villagers stomping around on his pressure plate all day?â
Balur looked to Quirk. She shook her head. âOn a creature that big, Snag Weed would give you a few hours at the most.â She caught herself. âI mean, academically speaking. Obviously a few hours to study an unconscious dragon would be amazing, but Iâm not condoning any of this.â She sounded neither convincing nor convinced.
Balurâs shoulders slumped. âGoddess Betraâs saggy tits,â he said finally.
Will knuckled his forehead, trying to push the tension out of it. He was done. He should let it go.
When he opened his eyes, Lette was looking at him intently. âHow would you deal with that, Will?â
There was an edge to her look, almost a hunger. It gave him pause.
âHow would Iâ¦?â he started. âBy not trying to rob a dragon in the first place.â How had she not picked up on that?
But Lette wouldnât stop looking at him, wouldnât stop smiling. âYou already know the answer,â she said. âI know you do. Youâve already figured it out.â
Will clamped his lips shut very tight indeed.
Irritation flicked across Letteâs face. Her eyes narrowed. âOkay,â she said. âWe bring the villagers up to the portcullis, open the door. The dragon comes, and scatters the villagers. Soââshe turned and smiled at Quirkââno one is killed.â
âNo one?â Balur cut in. âWhat is
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