The Eyes of the Dragon

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Flagg reached the top of the stairs and ran down the corridor, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath. Sweat stood out all over his face. His grin was huge, horrible.

He put his great axe down and pulled the first of the three bolts on the door to Peter’s quarters. He pulled the second… and paused. It would not be smart to simply go rushing in, oh no, not smart at all. The caged bird might be trying to fly the coop right this moment, but he might also be standing to one side of the door, ready to brain Flagg with something the moment he rushed in.

When he opened the spyhole in the middle of the door and saw the bar from Peter’s bed placed across the window, he understood everything and roared with rage.

“Not so easy as that, my young bird!” howled Flagg. “Let’s see how you fly with your rope cut, shall we?”

Flagg yanked the third bolt and charged into Peter’s room with his axe held high over his head. After one quick look out the window, his grin resurfaced. He decided not to cut the rope, after all.