"It is a storm of possession." "Yes," Court said. "I daresay it follows the dragon wherever it goes, corralled by the lightning." "But what magic could control a dragon?" "I do not know, but I think this monster was sent on the errand of a man." "Why do you suppose that, sir?" "Look at what has become of that poor girl. Her mother perished in the dragon's mouth. And then it came for her. A coincidence hard to swallow, if ever I could believe one, but to seek her out a second time; no, there is more to this than a hungry beast. What's more, the dragon had me, could have killed me, but it stopped." "Because I attacked it?" "No, it carried her off because you attacked it. I think it took her so I would follow." "Dare we suppose why?" "She has crossed someone," Court said. "Who, is the riddle." Finn gave a nod of his head. "That poor girl has no luck but bad, certainly for this dragon to come again and again." Court's eyebrows scrunched up as he rode.
