James Gregory: Bryagh • Smrgol

The Flight of Dragons

Bryagh • Smrgol

Smrgol: [indicating a pile of diamonds] Now, swallow them down.
[Peter looks at them doubtfully]
Smrgol: Not all the way, let them find your craw.
[Peter gulps down the diamonds]
Peter Dickenson: Odd sensation.
Smrgol: Never had diamonds in your craw?
Peter Dickenson: ... I never had a craw.
Smrgol: They help grind up the white fire rock when you eat it.
[takes a bite off the cliffside]
Peter Dickenson: That's limestone.
Smrgol: The puny man-word, if I ever heard it! Eat.
[Peter takes a bite of the limestone]
Smrgol: You'd wear down your teeth, grinding the stuff, so you swallow it in chunks. Wiggle 'em around with the gemstones until they're pulverized.
Peter Dickenson: [through a mouthful of limestone] It's like birds use grit to grind feed.
Smrgol: Yeah, but don't talk with your mouth full.

Carolinus: I call on all Antiquity to give me magic enough!
[clutching his head]
Carolinus: How does it begin? Carvic crome zohmini lava - Yes! Carvic crome, zohmini, lavathol...
Princess Melisande: [screams] Ahh! Father! He's dropping Sir Peter!
Bryagh: [laughing] May a rock crush your skull.
[he drops Peter]
Carolinus: Untumblay varistone misacronis madlayunrot...
[a fiery pentacle forms on the ground before him]
Carolinus: Oh the blazes! Kala!
[the spell erupts and strikes Peter just as Gorbash catches him; Peter disappears and Gorbash falls]
Carolinus: What happened? Where's Peter?
Princess Melisande: He's gone! He's gone!
[Gorbash is still falling, breathing out fire]
Carolinus: Gorbash! You're releasing too much fire! Breathe in! Breathe in!
[he crashes into the lake, unconscious]

Smrgol: By all, that's magic, is the dragon not a wonderful creature? Open your eyes, boy. Come on, come all the way about. Ahh, ha ha. It's me lad, your uncle. Don't you recognize me?
Peter Dickenson: Uncle? What?
[looking around]
Peter Dickenson: Melisande!
Princess Melisande: I am here, brother.
Peter Dickenson: Brother? What... w-we kissed.
Princess Melisande: Kissed?
[gasps]
Carolinus: What is it, child? Does he know where Peter...
Princess Melisande: He... he... he *is* Sir Peter!
Peter Dickenson: Well, of course I'm Peter.
Carolinus: By the beards of Antiquity! I went and *merged* them!
Princess Melisande: Merged?
Carolinus: Peter and Gorbash are one! Peter... is *in* Gorbash!
[Peter looks at himself in shock]
Smrgol: Well, blast it man! Undo it!
Carolinus: I can't undo, till I find out what I *did* in the first place.
Smrgol: But... but where is Gorbash?
Peter Dickenson: He's still inside here with me. I can feel him in the back of my mind... sleeping soundly right now.
Carolinus: Well, may he rest well until I figure out how to separate you.
Peter Dickenson: [dropping his head] This *can't* be a game, I, I never invented a rule to cover a situation like this.

Smrgol: Well, if you don't need me any longer, I hear the call of my comrades. A mating dance, perhaps, hmm?
Carolinus: [humorously] Really, Smrgol, at your age!

Sir Orin Neville Smythe: [Wolf howls and approaches] Hold, cur! Not one step further!
Aragh: And is this the thanks I get? Gorbash, old friend, you look like you've seen a ghost.
[laughs]
Aragh: Matter of fact, maybe you have.
[laughs]
Smrgol: Who's laughing?
[yawns]
Smrgol: Making such a confounding racket? I hardly slept a wink all night. Missed my gold and...
[sees the wolf]
Smrgol: Aragh! Good old boy... I thought you were dead!
Peter Dickenson: You know him?
Smrgol: Know him? Of course I know - It's Aragh! Friend of the family, like a, a big brother to you.
Aragh: What's the matter Gorbash? Did the Sandmurks steal your memory?
Smrgol: Sandmurks? Were there Sandmurks, here?
[laughs]
Smrgol: Nonsense. They live by the sea.
Aragh: [laughs] Smrgol, you could always sleep through anything.