Matthias and the Dragons

STRIDING QUICKLY ALONG, Matthias glanced uneasily at the black stone cliffs towering beside him. Ahead, a still lake swarmed with dark clouds of midges. Finally, he spied the faraway ocean. Now I know my way back, he thought. I’d better hurry. We’re leaving the inn this afternoon, and Father won’t be too pleased if I’m late.

- Maggie Murphy

Matthias spent happy days traveling around the kingdom with his father’s band of puppeteers. On village greens at showtime, he joined the puppet masters behind the brightly painted theater. While the men pulled the puppets’ strings and spoke for them, Matthias made the scenes even livelier by adding special sounds.

When the puppet princess knocked on the giant’s castle door, Matthias rapped on aboard. When the funny wizard brewed his potions, Matthias clashed pot lids. And when the prince—he had long brown hair like Matthias!—got lost in the forest, Matthias gave wonderful bird calls.

Matthias chirped, cheeped, and whistled so well because he spent lots of time listening to wild birds. Life on the road took him to many lonely inns surrounded by woods and meadows calling to be explored. Today, although he hadn’t meant to break his father’s rule about not going too far, he’d somehow wound up as lost as the puppet prince.

Now Matthias turned his steps south, eager to leave the forbidding cliffs and eerie lake, thinking, It’s strange that I don’t hear a single bird. An instant later, he understood why: a monstrous green dragon winged toward him, swooped, and circled.

Feeling like a mouse beneath a hawk, Matthias looked around desperately for a hiding place. The open ground offered no cover, and there wasn’t time to dash to the lake and dive underwater. But in the nearby cliff face, he spotted a small hole.