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engraved with images of dragons kneeling before seven large humanoid beings that Lloyd imagined represented the children of the Lord Creator.
    Lloyd realised that within the left hand giant door panel was also a much smaller man sized door with a large round knocker. Malin reached for this and banged three times, the sound echoing around the passage.
    They could hear discussion behind the door and after about twenty seconds a bolt could be heard being slid back and the door opened. They were greeted by a lady in her sixties with grey hair tied back in a bun; she wore a grey woollen dress. Her blue eyes smiled in welcome when she recognised Malin.
    “Hello Malin, it’s good to see you, please come in.”
    “Hello Lisa, my friends here have come to see him.”
    She smiled with doubt at the rest of the companions “Then you had better come in, but be warned he has not spoken, or even responded, to anyone for weeks now!”
    As she led them into the chamber beyond, Lloyd, Bethany and Allen all gasped in unison. Far from being a dank dragon hole, or cave, as one might have imagined from tales of legend, the reception chamber was a shiny, ballroom sized, piece of art. Here the walls, ceiling and floor were still smooth dragon melted stone, but they had been polished to almost a silver sheen and every surface featured the tiny glowing crystals they had seen in the entrance palace. There was nothing gloomy about this place. The walls also featured ornate engravings showing key events in the history of the dragons, on the opposite wall, which also had the entrance to a large passage, the engravings only filled about a quarter of the surface, they soon thinned and then stopped.
    Kenelm sighed, with a mix of wonder and sadness “What I would do to spend a few years here interpreting and recording this story! Friend Lloyd, look, that creature there looks like Daemon Lord Hozjoh!”
    “Yes, it must be from the time that the Daemen last came and the only Dragon that survived the war was Ingemar.”
    “Look over there though!” Bethany said running to a small section of wall across from where Hozjoh stood. She ran and knelt to show them a collection of ten figures, no more than twelve inches high. The first, on the far left, was without a doubt Arden with his battle axe, then ranging from left to right were nine images, some of these were in Dragon Form others human females. Lloyd felt sure that the one on the far right was Edala. Under some of the figures were some crudely carved symbols, looking closely, Lloyd realised that the symbol was a circle with a right angled cross beneath it. Some of the figures had one underneath their feet, others had two or three, and four had none. Sometimes the symbol was repeated again, two or three times, underneath. It reminded Lloyd of an abacus.
    “The symbol means female.” Bethany said tracing her finger around one of the larger symbols.
    “It’s a tally of his daughters and his daughter’s daughters.” Lloyd agreed sadly.
    Behind the companions, against the wall adjacent to the main entrance, they noticed for the first time four makeshift beds and some furniture. Lisa noticed them looking “Since he disclosed to us his secret, revealing his true blessing on many generations of our families, some of us have chosen to stay here and tend our King. He should not suffer in loneliness.” Her face became very reverent towards the end. Lloyd was going to remind her that Ingemar was not a God, but impatience, rather than wisdom, forced him to bite his tongue.
    “Take us to him.” he said instead.
     

Chapter Three - Grief of the Dragon
     
     
    Before Lloyd and his companions turned to enter the passage leading away from the reception room, Malin, who had been at the back of the group in quiet reverence, took a step away from them. “If it's okay with you my friends I will remain here. I find it both a little daunting standing before the king and also overwhelming because my sister,