He saw the flame that burst from the dragon's jaw, saw it and smelledthe brimstone reek, too. He stopped feeling as if he were alone andfacing the Kuusaman fleet without anyone to aid him. It worked; under the wide brim of his hat, Waddo beamed. Eforiel snorted again, as if to say she too looked down her pointed nose at whales.
He shrugged. He couldn't imagine a peasant in Unkerlant whowasn't happier with things as they were. The fight on the ground didn't last long. That he admitted itanyhow made Ealstan, though equally reluctant, give him some smallcredit.
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