-Welcome, stranger… The giant snake said, hissing a long, threatening sound. -How can I help you?
-You can’t, Sir Rodrik shouted. -You’ll be dead before night falls.
The snake looked at him with curious eyes. The little night was armed with a sword, but didn’t seem like much.
-Others have tried before you, little knight, she hissed with venomous friendliness -I’ll be happy to accompany you in your little quest for fortune.
Sir Rodrik forced his horse forward, as it nervously struggled…