fire died down the scaffold fell once more into the murky depths of the well.
James pushed against the winch. He was really tired by now, but he consoled himself that he would only have to do it one more time. Sweat was running profusely down his back and chest, and it didn't help at all even that he could feel a pleasant chill coming from the open well. He had rarely worked with dragons before, and the one time he had observed the hardening process this way it seemed to him that it was not that warm at all. He wiped his forehead in an effort to shake off, or at least move, the wet hair from his face and wipe away the sweat flooding his eyes. The elf had long since given up any semblance of culture in the company of ladies and had thrown his sweaty shirt somewhere in the corner of the workshop. Besides, he was not the first, as the brothers had given up much earlier. Only Matheo seemed not to have fully tired of the heat in the forge. However, given the amount of time the smith had spent at the furnace and anvil in his life, one could guess that he was used to such heat.
-One last time.- Matheo was slightly hoarse which made his voice sound a little strange. James looked at the dragon again. He was fascinated by how Draco breathed fire. The boy just glanced at the smith, took a breath and spat flame at the scaffolding. As fire gushed from between his sharp teeth, the dragon looked truly terrifying. Slightly squinted eyes fixed on the flames, slightly spread wings, a gently leaning forward massive figure and a brilliantly visible tension in all his muscles.
James now understood why it was said that meeting a dragon on the battlefield was frightening even if one already knew some great reptile.- Stop!- Matheo waved his hand and the elf had no more time to think further. As soon as the bright flames were extinguished, he kicked the winch lock and the
