“What is this song that steals my fire?” said the dragon. The full moon painted streaks of shadow along the inky sands. The ocean, called by the moon, approached as far as it dare, even to the toes of the red dragon of Nepenthea. This night arrived with music, a lilting voice, an enchanted melody. The dragon loved the night songs, but feared them also. With the songs came the risk of tarring too long by the water where men might come to capture him.