Thankfully it is no longer so stultifyingly hot. And we have made up our lost ground. Though down in this sand pit our goal remains hidden so it is hard to judge just how far away it is. It seems Rumble has to scroll up on the map forever before it comes in view. And just to climb out of this depression would appear to be a daunting task.
I confess to a slight nervousness that has me scanning the sky ahead and behind us. Each of us has been wary over the possible return of dragons to their nest. And what they might do to us if they were to catch us this close to it.
That is – up until I received the latest message from the High Fairy. He relays good news from Merlin. The wizard judges that it will be a good year before the dragon egg will hatch.
I could read the relief in my companions’ eyes as I quoted his words. For we now can assume that we won’t be seeing any dragons any time soon.