When he landed, the King was at his side.
“A tent will be raised for you next
to mine, Luca,” said the King kindly.
“This is too busy for me. I think I
would rather find a nice cave to sleep in, like I used to do when we went on
trips alone,” said Luca.
“I
understand,” said King Omni, “but before you do, would you go around and start
the fires for the servants, please?”
Luca
was irritated. He had never been asked to do anything but travel with the King before.
It was as if he were just another servant. King Omni saw the expression on his
face.
“Come now, Luca. There are so many
fires to start, and it is so easy for you to start them. Please,” The King
reasoned.
Luca was not happy, but he knew it
was not too much to ask. So he went around to all the servants’ piles of wood
and breathed on them. Each group of servants were grateful for the dragon’s
help and cheerfully thanked him. Luca still felt resentment growing within. He
was too irritated to even say, “You’re welcome.”He just kept walking from fire
to fire. Under his breath, he muttered,
“Now I’m just a common servant too.
Start the fires, start the fires.”
“What was that?”It was Orfa the
scribe, waiting for her fire to be lit.
“Nothing. Move back so I can start
your fire,” said Luca. He took in a deep breath to start the fire on the wood
that had been gathered.
She stepped back just in time,
barely missing being scorched. Orfa felt something was wrong with the dragon, so
she asked, “Are you alright Luca?’
“Just
fine, Orfa, “said Luca.
“Well, Thank you
for starting the fire,” she said as kindly as she could.
“Am I
done now?” Luca rolled his eyes.
“Yes.
I believe mine was the last fire,” said Orfa.
Without
another word, Luca spread his wings and rose up into the sky. Orfa watched him
fly away until he was gone, still concerned about his attitude. Then she
shrugged her shoulders and went into her tent to make sure the scrolls were
secure.
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