Sir Fred awakens the next morning feeling refreshed.

Sir Fred feels so much better. He turns his back on the large, many branched tree with a pool among it's knarled roots and begins to walk away. From behind him Sir Fred can faintly hear the voices of the sprites, but he pays them no heed. "After all, what difference can anything they have to say make to me on my quest?"

Sir Fred walks and walks. He doesn't see future Fred, he doesn't see past Fred, and he doesn't see any dragons. But Fred never feels any more tired so he keeps on walking. The sun goes down, Fred makes his way along in the dark. The sun comes up, Fred doesn't feel tired so he keeps walking and walking. Sir Fred doesn't feel tired but he does feel a little bored but there is nothing else to do so he keeps on walking. Finally Sir Fred sees a spec on the horizon. As he walks closer it looks familiar. He can make out that it is a large many branched tree with a pool among its knarled roots. A thousand tiny lights glittered about it and Fred could hear many teensy voices calling. Sir Fred is still not tired.

1. Sir Fred decides he may as well speak with the sprites as there is nothing else around here to do.
2. Sir Fred looks up at the large many branched tree. He is not tired but he doesn't want to waste any more time in finding the dragon. From up high maybe he can see the dragon's lair. He begins to climb.

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