I had decided to change myself into a Dragon and go looking for my mother despite all argument to the contrary. Himaggery the Wizard and old Windlow the Seer were determined otherwise. They had been after me for almost a year, ever since the great battle at Bannerwell. Having seen what I did there, they had decided that my "Talent" could not be wasted, and between them they had thought of at least a dozen things they wanted done with it. I, on the other hand, simply wanted to forget the whole thing. I wanted to forget I had bee the owner-can I say "owner" ?-of the Gamesmen of Barish, forget I had ever called upon the ter
