to kill him. But I never found him.

to kill him. But I never found him. And now I'll never find him. You're the last dragon, so he's dead.'
'Tell me,' said the dragon quietly, 'why did you hate that dragon?' 'He only had half a heart, 'Bowen answered. 'He gave the other half to King
Einon. But it made Einon cruel and bad. When he had the dragon's heart, he forgot the Old Code. He killed peasants and he was as cruel as his father, King Freyne.'
The dragon listened and he began to look very angry. 'Einon was bad before he met that dragon,' he shouted. 'He was cruel before he got half the dragon's heart.'
Bowen stood up quickly. 'How do you know that?' he asked. The dragon knew because he was the Great Dragon in the mountain. He gave Einon half his heart. But he didn't want to discuss that with Bowen. 'Well .. . urn ... all dragons know that,' he said. 'They know that Einon was a cruel child. And now he's a cruel king.'
Bowen didn't like this. The dragon's words made him unhappy. 'No! I knew Einon when he was little! He was a good boy. I taught him the Old Code,' he cried.
'Then he was cruel to you too,' said the dragon. He stood nose-to-nose with Bowen. 'He broke your heart. And he broke the kind dragon's heart too.'
'No, Dragon, he didn't,' shouted Sir Bowen. 'Oh, stop calling me "dragon"! I've got a name, you know!' 'What is it then, Dragon?' asked Bowen. 'Well, uh, I can't say it in your language,' answered the dragon. 'Go on. Try,' said Bowen. 'Arr ... er ... awrr ... ow-w-wsh-s ...' 'You're right, 'laughed Bowen. 'I can't say that.' He turned to put some more wood on the fire. With his back to the
dragon, he suddenly heard a sad sound. He turned and saw the dragon on the ground.
'Aah. It hurts,' said the dragon. He closed his eyes and put his hand on his heart. Bowen could see a red light near the dragon's heart. He quickly put some water on the light, and the dragon slowly opened his eyes.
'Thank you. I'm all right now,' he said. 'What was it?' asked Bowen. 'Oh nothing. I had a bad accident
once, and it hurts sometimes.'
'I hope our conversation didn't make you unhappy,' said Bowen.
'It wasn't you,' said the dragon. 'Not you That night Bowen sat next to the dragon for a long time. He watched the
red light near the dragon's heart. The colour got slowly weaker and weaker. In the middle of the night the dragon opened his eyes.
'Why aren't you asleep?' he asked, when he saw Bowen. 'I didn't want to sleep. I wanted to think of a name for you,' answered
Bowen. 'And I found a name. Up there. Can you see those stars?' The dragon looked up at the sky. 'Yes,' he said. 'We call those stars Draco,' said Bowen. 'In our language, "draco" is the
same as "dragon".' 'And would you like to call me Draco?' laughed the dragon. 'No, you're right. It's a stupid idea,' said Bowen, with his head down. 'No,' said the dragon kindly. 'It's not stupid. I like the name Draco.
Thank you, Knight. And have you got a name?' ‘Yes, my name’s Bowen’
Chapter 7 A Sad Day for Kara
King Einon sat on his horse and looked at his new castle. 'Good. The
peasants are working hard,' he thought. 'I was right. This is going to be the biggest and most beautiful castle in the world.'
Below him, the peasants worked hard in the hot sun. They were all hungry and thirsty but they couldn't stop work. Kara, Redbeard's beautiful daughter, walked round with a large bucket of water. She gave the men a drink when she spoke to them. She wore old, dark clothes, but she looked lovely with her long, red hair and kind face. Kara went to an old man. It was her father, Redbeard. His hair and beard were grey now. He wore old clothes too, and his hands and arms were dirty.
'Drink, father,' Kara said. She looked at her father's eyes. 'Cruel King Einon burnt your eyes, dear father, but you have to eat and drink.'
'Kara! Don't come here. It's dangerous. Please go home!' said the old man, when he heard his daughter.
'No, father. I'm not listening to you. Drink!' Kara said. The old man put his hand up to her face. 'You're not a child now. You're a
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