Greta hops excitedly atop the rock pile, hands clasped under her chin. "You did it!" she cheers. "You saved me!" Clambering down onto the grass, she surveys the dead dragon with an impressed - and cheerfully disgusted - expression on her face. "Goodness, look at how dead it is!" Very dead, because Iman did such a good job of killing it.

She turns to her knight, beaming. "You fought so bravely! My father, the King, will reward you handsomely."