Sleeping Dragon history is a vat of honey

Would they?

Truthfully, Anselm could not say. He had seen enough evil in the Saatsine leader's eye to know nothing was past him.

He searched his mind for places that would be safe. But no place was safe, was it?

I do not know. I hope not. He tried to sound confident so his boys could not see that their father was losing every bit of himself, including his courage. He ruffled Gideon's head, then Ezra's, gaze turning to the startled goats.

Ve should leave now - is there anything back at camp you need?