my name, pretending to be my friend. It's evil cunning knows no bounds. I lunge suddenly, and my blade sinks deep into it's shoulder. My shout of triumph turns to pain as the dragon image waivers and melts before my eyes. It is Thidrek before me. Near to collapse from my stroke! Beyond, the great dragon is flying away with the captive maiden, but he drops the limp body of father in the trees as he takes off. "The dragon escapes!" I begin to cough up blood. My battle with my friend Thidrek has aggrivated my wounds. I can not breath properly. This cursed gold is at fault! I know that I am dying, my friend may be dying by my hand, and father? For all I know he is already dead.