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"Then do be quiet I let you have your ith the drakka, don’t I? Let me see to this drake"

He looked back at the Copper "You found your way here through the Lower World? Down a river thick with dwarf trunks and deular purpose," Tyr said "What did you expect to find here? Safety?"

The Copper wanted to tell the Tyr all about his drea assassins, but when surrounded by all these great dragons, it see to eat this hlia asked

"Hot watered fat and a fresh sow’s head"

"And your kern?"

"Haruuummm…"

Her claws rattled the river-sarden pool "I’ll roast your cook What you need is an elf, not that blighter"

"But he can braise an ox so that it melts--"

"You’d sleep better if you’d just listen And there’d be less groaning at your eliet back to my command," Yarrick said "I won’t rest until I see the drake here settled here in the Iled stray here?" Tighlia said "The bones of randsire will crumble"

The Copper wondered at her hostility Did she know more of his deeds than she would admit? Why would she not tell the truth, if she knew it, as she was so clearly against him?

"Why, I think that’s a fine idea We could use soolden drake said He crinkled up the corners of hisa bite

"Perhaps we could discuss it later, at feast," NoSohoth said

"Delay, delay You always counsel delay," the Tyr said "No, I like the idea I’ll have him"

"CuRassathath over by Wind Tunnel and his o and live with them They’ve a lovely hole"

"There was a time when brave deeds merited a place in the Imperial Resort," the Tyr said "I’d like to restore the tradition"

"You’re always cross and ihlia said

"I’ve not been cross in years Cry settled, for I’ve et it inscribed at once This lad…Oh, dear, as that name…?"

"I’ve no name, Tyr" His wound throbbed, but he did his best to stand straight, neck up and head alert

"I told you An outcast," Tighlia said "And you wanted to settle him in the Black Rock"

"Now, lad, take heart You’re not as forlorn as you’d think; it’s happened several times in my lifetime Why, I could tell you stories--outcasts tend to be lucky, for a start, and I’ll take a lucky dragon over the quickest tongue or the stoutest scale You rate a naood one" He looked around "What shall we call hihly appropriate na"

"How about MiKalolden drake said "He was a copper, wasn’t he?"

"Insolence!" Tighlia spit "You flakescale My own grandsire and one of the founding--"

The golden drake scratched hie wafted toward Tighlia

"Stop quarreling," the Tyr said, and the others fell silent in an instant "He’ll be Rugaard"

"Tyr, your own grandsire by the fe, and he turned out all right His jaw never grew quite right, of course Not ave the demen what-for I think it suits him How do you like that name, hatch--er, drake?"

The Copper’s hearts swelled Not just a name, but a name fro on’s will and prove himself worthy of the compliment

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