Chapter 15
“LOOK,” ROALD SAID when he sat down at the dinner table a few days later. He produced a sheet of paper with a drawing of some magical creature on it. The thing looked like a snake, but it had wings. He had drawn exquisite scales and featherless, leathery wings. “This is a fire dragon. It is a magical creature of the east.”
Father took the drawing from him, put in his eyeglass and studied it. “You say this creature was at the site of the Guentherite Abbot’s summer residence?”
“I didn’t actually see it, but they did.”
Johanna said, “There was only one man who said he’d seen it, and there were no other witnesses. He could have seen anything.” Seriously, did they have to talk about this now? Were there no more important things to discuss?
“He said a fire dragon,” Roald said. “I
