The Eyes of the Dragon

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He fell squarely into the middle, as I have said, making a crater. Then he fell over on his back and lay still. Far above, Ben heard Flagg howl with rage and he thought: You don’t need to do that, everything’s going to be just fine for you, magician. He has died anyway, in spite of all we could do.

Then Peter sat up. He looked dazed but very much alive. In spite of Flagg, in spite of the fact that there might be Guards of the Watch racing toward them at that moment, Ben Staad whooped. It was a sound of pure triumph. He grabbed Naomi and kissed her.

“Hoorah!” Dennis cried, grinning dizzily. “Hoorah for the King!”

Then Flagg screeched again far above them-the sound of a devil-bird cheated of its prey. The whooping, the kissing, and the hoorahing all stopped right then.

“You’ll pay with your heads!” Flagg shrieked. He was insane with rage. “You’ll pay with your heads, all of you! Guards of the Watch, to the Needle! To the Needle! The regicide has escaped! To the Needle! Kill the murdering prince! Kill his gang! Kill them all!”

And in the castle that surrounded the Plaza of the Needle on all four sides, windows began to be lit… and from two sides came the sound of running feet and the clash of metal as swords were drawn.

“Kill the prince!” Flagg shrieked hellishly from the top of the Needle. “Kill his gang! KILL THEM ALL!”

Peter tried to get up, floundered, and fell over again. Part of his mind was crying out urgently that he must get on his feet, that they must be away or they would be killed… but another part insisted that he was already dead, or severely wounded, and all of this was only a dream of his perishing mind. He seemed to have landed in a bed of the very napkins which had occupied so much of his mind over the last five years… and how could that be anything but a dream?

Ben’s strong hand gripped his upper arm, and he knew it was all real, all happening.

“Peter, are you all right? Are you really all right?”

“Not hurt a bit,” Peter said. “We have to get away from here.”

“My King!” Dennis cried, falling on his knees before the dazed Peter and grinning the same dizzy, foolish grin. “My oath of fealty forever! I swear my-”

“Swear later!” Peter cried, laughing in spite of himself. As Ben had pulled him to his feet, so Peter now pulled Dennis to his. “Let’s get out of here!”

“Which gate?” Ben asked. He knew-as Peter did himself that Flagg would already be on his way back down. “They come from all sides, by the sound.”

In truth, Ben thought any direction would do for the battle which would surely come, and result in their eventual slaughter. But, dazed or not, Peter knew perfectly well where he wanted to go.

“The West Gate,” he said, “and quickly! Run!”

The four of them ran, Frisky at their heels.