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Brophy opened the sack and let the Princess out. At first, she was happy that Sir Brophy was

there. “I am saved!” she shouted. But then she soon realized that Sir Brophy had taken her and

that he had pretended she had been carried off by a dragon. Which all means, she thought, that he

is going to kill me. “Help!” she yelled again. “Help! I have been carried off by a Very Bad

Knight!”

Sir Brophy put his hand over her mouth. “There is no use shouting, Princess,” he said.

“Nobody can hear you. We are too high up in the mountains for anybody to come rescue you.”

Sir Brophy was right. Nobody could hear her screams. But something could: our Dragon. Our

Dragon heard Princess Nyssmah’s screams and knew that he had finally found the righf Princess.

He quickly flew over to the mountain - it was just two mountains away - and he arrived just in

time.

Until you have seen a fight between the world’s strongest knight and the world’s strongest drag-

on, you have only seen skirmishes, disagreements and meddlings. This was a true fight. A battle.

Afire-breathing, sword-smashing, teeth-gnashing, shield-crashing battle like no battle has ever been bat-

tled before. First the dragon had the upper hand - or wing as it were. Then Sir Brophy had the

upper hand. Then the dragon. Then Sir Brophy. Then neither. Then the dragon again. Then Sir

Brophy again. Then, well, Sir Brophy again. Then, well, still Sir Brophy. Then it looked pretty

bad for the dragon. Then it looked really bad for the dragon. Then it looked hopeless for the dragon

and you would think that Sir Brophy had won and he would kill the dragon and then kill the

Princess. And that would be that.

But the Princess picked up a loose rock and threw it at Sir Brophy. The rock hit him squarely

in the head and he looked up for a second and turned toward the Princess. This gave the dragon

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