and a little claustrophobic, as if he was lost in a maze. He was sorely tempted to morph back into his true shape, spread his wings and simply lift out of there, back to where there was room to breathe and perspective enough to see by. But he didnât want to do that unless he absolutely had to - not in broad daylight, in the middle of a crowded city.
The rain stopped and the sun came out; and the smell of drying cloth all around his body made him feel slightly sick. After wandering somewhat aimlessly for quite some time, he decided the simplest thing to do would be to head due south; because the river that bisected the city lay in that direction, so eventually heâd end up somewhere identifiable, even if he failed to connect with the main street he was looking for. The trouble was that it all took so long, with nothing faster than two feet to carry him, and it was also unexpectedly tiring. Heâd only been walking for - what, seven hours? Eight at the very most - and already he was starting to feel distinctly weary.
South was easy enough to find; he could close his eyes and find south, thanks to the rich, dank smell of the river. Taking a direct line was out of the question because of all the masonry in the way, but ultimately it didnât matter; no more than an hour later, he found himself back where heâd started, almost exactly to the inchâ
âAnd there was the little man, leaning against a lamp-post and grinning at him. Now that was annoying . The dragon scowled horribly and marched over to him.
âYou took your time,â the man said.
âWhy are you following me?â
âIs that a serious question, or are you just trying to scare me off?â
That wasnât the attitude heâd been expecting, not by a long way, and for a moment or two the dragon felt as if heâd just walked into an unscheduled plate-glass window. âWhy are you following me?â he repeated.
âBecause I want to find out what youâre up to.â
Perfectly reasonable reply for a biped; he hadnât realised they were capable of such a straightforward approach. âWhy?â he said.
âYou really want me to tell you?â
âHumour me.â
The man shook his head. âYou donât scare me,â he said. âWe both know perfectly well that you wonât lay a finger on me. Or a claw, come to that; and a fin I could probably deal with.â
âI donât know what youâre . . .â
âIf you stay human and thump me,â the man went on, with a cocky grin on his face, âyouâll get arrested; and theyâll find out that you arenât in any of their records and donât actually exist, and thatâll be really embarrassing for you. And you wouldnât dare turn back into what you really are, because thatâd give the game away for sure. Either way, youâd be helping me achieve my objective. So, feel free.â
The dragon breathed out heavily through his nose, which seemed to worry the human a lot. âAnd what would this objective of yours be?â he said.
âOh, please.â The man smiled sardonically. âUse your imagination, canât you? Or donât you people have them? I want to expose you, and all the rest of you goddamnâ flying sprinklers. I want the world to know whose fault it really is when it rains, so that theyâll start taking us seriously and do something about you. Preferably,â he added harshly, âwith cruise missiles. Or would they just bounce off those high-tensile bums of yours? Iâm game to find out if you are.â
Suddenly, the penny crash-landed. âI know who you are,â the dragon said. âIt was that nonsense you said about whoâs really to blame for the weather. Youâre one of those television people, arenât you?â
The man grinned. âFancy you knowing about television,â he said. âIâm surprised. I