Barnabas looked back at Amethyst. "Now that is a neat trick. How many people have you caught out with that?"
"Far too many." She said, smugly. "Now go away, I've got a headache and I'm knackered."
Barnabas nodded and pushed the barn door closed.
On his way back to the others, a small mouse in a monks habit tugged at his coat.
"Master Barnabas? Please, wait a moment?"
"What is it, brother?"
"Master Barnabas, the abbot has sent word to the dragon slayers guild about the... er... dragon."
"He's done what!?"
"He sent brother Carmichael to town on the horse."