The knights were full of tales, each one as imaginative as it was improbable. Cullin believed none of the stories, but he did file away the details for later use. Sir Hernon puffed his broad chest and adjusted his wolf-skin cape. “Back in my own kingdom, I spotted a dragon flying overhead. I could tell it was intent on causing mischief, so I raised my fist, showed the monster my sword, and shouted to the sky. I threatened that dragon in no uncertain terms, explaining what would happen if it chose to challenge me and the land I was sworn to protect. So the terrified beast flew off, causing no harm.” He crossed his arms over his chest in smug triumph. Brave Sir Morgan snorted at the tale. “Maybe you scared off a large dragon, Hernon, but I once encountered a huge dragon. When it flew into my kingdom, it intended to cause even more terrifying damage than your dragon would have, but I was up to the task. So I issued even harsher threats than you used.”
