The Last Dragonslayer: The Chronicles of Kazam, Book 1 by Jasper Fforde

Author:Jasper Fforde [Fforde, Jasper]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
Published: 2012-10-02T07:00:00+00:00

As I walked over the last rise, I saw that the crowd outside the Dragonlands had grown to include the press and TV stations; the Last Dragonslayer was news indeed. I walked down to the marker stones and stepped through the force field.

“Auster Old-Spott of the Daily Winkle,” said one man in a shabby suit. “Can I ask your name?” He pushed a microphone in my face as another equally shabby newsman said, “Paul Tamworth of the Clam. Have you seen Maltcassion?”

“When do you expect to kill the dragon?” asked a third.

“How did you get to be a Dragonslayer?” asked another.

A man thrust his way through the crowd and showed me a contract. “My name is Oscar Pooch,” he announced. “I represent Yummy Flakes breakfast cereals, and I’d like you to endorse our product. Ten thousand moolah a year. Do we agree? Sign here, please.”

“Don’t listen to him!” said another man, in a pinstriped suit. “Our company will offer you twenty thousand moolah for exclusive rights to represent Fizzi-Pop soft drinks. Sign here—”

“Wait!” I shouted.

The crowd went silent. All one hundred, two hundred; I don’t know how many there were, but there were a lot. The cameramen from the TV stations trained their cameras on me, waiting for whatever I had to say. I took a deep breath and swallowed down my nervousness.

“My name is Jennifer Strange,” I began, to the sound of frantic scribbling from the newspapermen’s notepads. “I am the new Dragonslayer. Charged by the Mighty Shandar himself, I will uphold the rules of the Dragonpact and protect the people from the dragon, and the dragon from the people. I will issue a full statement in due course. That is all.”

I was impressed by the speech, but then I’d been bound to pick up a thing or two during Brian Spalding’s one-minute accelerated Dragonslaying course. I retrieved the Rolls-Royce and headed back into town, the crush of journalists and photographers following me as best as they could. Brian Spalding had not alerted me to this sort of media attention, although twenty thousand moolah just to endorse Fizzi-Pop sounded like some very easy money indeed.

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