EPILOGUE "As the deep
purple falls over sleepy garden walls", I stand
lost in my reverie with my arm around Lady
Laura. The chill of the evening is upon me, but
I scarcely notice the elements as I contemplate
the mysteries and wonders of life itself.
The Great Battle is over, almost
anti-climactic, in some ways. The losses make
the victory seem bitter in retrospect. Still,
there are some things to rejoice.
First,the great surprise of the French
coming to our aide! For the first, and possibly
the last time, ever! Still we were thankful. To
the Brave Men and Dragons, living and dead, who
fought here, this victory must be dedicated, in
a larger sense they have consecrated it far
more than I ever could.
The memory of my "buddy": Glymph lives on in
me and several new babies in the Castle carry
his great name.
I recall, The Memorial was attended by
dragons great and small, and humans, one and
all. Tear drops fell without end, but we knew
if need be, we'd do it again.
I am recalling, the formal peace treaty held
on the brigantine Brittania (which rules
the sea) and signing same were Merga and other
Serpent leaders, King Paul, Glymph the Elder,
and myself. That was somewhat triumphant.
Smiling at Lady Laura, I recall, there was
but one point of contention. After the battle
had ceased and the serpents departed, an egg
was found on the beach, no doubt dropped by its
injured mother in her retreat. The nurturing
ladies of The Castle rescued this egg, without
my knowledge, They cared for it and tenderly
loved the small, female serpent which emerged!
The serpents wanted this serpent-child returned
to them! The ladies of The Castle were aghast!
However, the young one, having no desire to
return to kith and kin, had requested asylum.
Especially, as she had adapted to fresh water.
Thus determined she could not flourish in sea
water, a compromise was found. The tiny serpent
was to be transported to The North Lands to a
hazy, distant body of water. There should she
be placed, and safely reside forever, safe from
dragons and men, in The Loch known as Ness.
Thinking of this, I smile and pulling Lady
Laura by the hand, I shout: "Come! I hear
music! If I'm not mistaken there's a polka
dance in the ..."
She hesitates...
I say, "What?"
She points to a window in the upper turret.
There twirls the figure of Princess Pauline.
Laughing merrily as we leave the balcony, we
join the living dancers!!
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