TWELVE
After a week of travelling, staying in a different inn every night, Melitta finally worked up the courage to ask George, "So where is this dragon we're going to kill?"
George took his time putting down his dagger and swallowing his mouthful of pork, before he answered, "We're not killing the dragon yet."
Melitta opened her mouth to ask why, but George cut her off.
"I've seen you practising on the targets in the inn yards," he said. "You can handle a bow, though your marksmanship could do with some work. And you say you have killed a dozen, but I have not seen it. First, we should test your skills against something smaller. More manageable."
Melitta's heart sank. Killing flies was one thing, but something bigger, living, breathing... She swallowed. Melitta wasn't sure she could
