| The Chanticleer raised his tankard and sing-songed,
What a paragon of Man have we,
a scholar and a naturalist!
But for knowledge in search of a key
afraid not that dark powers be pissed?
Von Cushing frowned. He thought the Chanticleer's words were vulgar
and distasteful. "But the Dragon is dead, sillyman," Peter replied,
using a common derogative to refer to the Chanticleer.
The Chanticleer smiled, the insult did not bother him. He had been called
worse names before. Besides, he was having too good of a time. He had a
place to stay in, a warm bed waiting for him, he had plenty of good food,
good drink, and good company (considering the circumstances). And no matter
what happened with the man named Denom, the Chanticleer was sure to end
up with enough material to create a composition so wondrous that he would
be the most renowned poet from the western Mountains of Carpathia to the
eastern Ocean of Aryn. And what more could a bardsman want? The Chanticleer's
smile then turned into a grin. There was one more thing he wanted.
"More wine!" he piped up and motioned the server to him. "And what's your
name?" he asked as she bent to refill his cup. "Lindsey," she giggled.
But others at the table were not so full of joie`d`vie. Fred was one
of them. He gazed at the Doctor from Verboten. Von Cushing was obviously
a man of strength and intelligence. But Fred had no sympathy for his cause.
"For a learned man, you are most foolish."
"Oh?" Von Cushing eyed Fred, "And do you have some insight I do not?"
Locke tensed and his eyes burned into Fred. No one in this Keep knew
of Denom's claim, and Locke wanted to keep it that way. Fred didn't seem
to notice Locke, instead his attention was fixed on Von Cushing. "Do any
of us have insight into Dragon's or their ways?" Fred asked. "True, the
Dragon is dead. But who is to say that there are not other horrors waiting
there? Or even other Dragons?"
"Dragons are a rare breed and do not consort with their own kind. That
is a well known fact," Von Cushing replied.
Fred laughed, "If you know so much then why do you seek out the monster's
lair?"
"There is always more to learn," the Doctor answered forthrightly.
"Yes!" Sir Lens added, raising his drink in toast. "To knowledge and
those who seek it!"
"To knowledge!" their host's toast was repeated as proper decorum dictated.
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the evening went on...
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