This is the final installment of the Dragon Letters. In the narrative of Simon, Gregory’s brother, it tells of the end of the Great Dragon.
Simon, Squire of Helfain, Chief Apprentice to the Armorers.
Servant to His Majesty, Prince Edwin Time.
It grieves me I and my brother have been unable to write you since mid-winter. But more distressing are the events since Gregory’s last letter.
In a perverse and childish way, I am glad the news of his death has reached you before the Prince’s herald and my missive, so perhaps the sting of it had lessened somewhat. Undoubtedly, you wish to know how he died and Prince Edwin asked me to articulate this clearly to you so you could see his unwavering courage and bravery, though as his father you have no need of proof. I have seen it every day of my life since he saved me from one of my dangerous misadventures as a small boy. And you were ever his watchful guardian, though it would seem, unlike me, he needed little guidance.
It was early in January and we had been pressed hard all winter. It was bitterly cold and I wish to never see snow again. Gregory was more a man than most about the cold and he never complained or winced if his foot slipped on the treacherous ice. I was not so courageous and battered him mercilessly with my own private troubles.