Eowyn hit the ground and rolled, dragging herself onto her
hands and knees and looking frantically for her dropped sword.
The dragon was looming over her, but at least Brightstar and
the mare had escaped to the comparative safety of the plain.
She spotted a glint of metal, and crawled towards it, painfully
aware that the creature was watching her every move.
Inch by inch, she crept closer...
The dragonhead tiltedkept one beady eye fixed upon
Inch by inch...
At last, her hand closed around the swords hilt and, steeling
herself to ignore the protests of her aching body, she leaped
to her feet, and lunged at the creature.
Her swords point slid harmlessly over its enchanted scales.
And a change came over the dragons faceits eyes
gleamed and its mouth seemed to curve.
It looked amused.
Eowyn took an angry step backwards.
The dragon stretched out its foreleg and, using the tip of
one long, curved claw, it prodded her.
Eowyn fell down.
The beast made a strange grunting sound, low in its throat,
and then, delicately sliding its claw under her body, it tried
to lift her up.
What do you want? she gasped, asafter several
attemptsit hauled her upright.
The dragon croaked an unintelligible reply and, curling its
talons around her, it lifted her into the air.