Now he turned back and gave Vetch a long, level look.

Whether that was true or not, Vetch had no idea.

Vetch would never be worth more to him than he was at this moment.

Vetch nodded and they went on, no more being said by either.

Vetch had the idea that he was sleeping a good deal.

He pulled Vetch off to the side, with one hard hand on his shoulder.

Close enough to actually land a blow, for the first time since Vetch had started watching.

The average attendance for that last season at the Vetch was 8,457.

Vetch narrowed his eyes, and tried to make it out.

Vetch asked, as a wild thought entered into his mind.

Not just any trees; Vetch soon recognized them for what they were.

Vetch watched him not in wonder, but with growing fear.

It was a great gift that Vetch had given him, the knowledge of his true name.

Just like on the battlefield, Vetch thought, his heart growing cold inside him.

Vetch had dropped down to the ground, and now he came between them, grim of face.

Vetch had tried, and more than once, to get something of his master's person to put into the figures he made.

Vetch wasn't sure what those were for- Well, he was about to find out.

Vetch sighed; that was another dark fear put to rest.

But now Vetch was curious about other things that were not so dangerous to know.

If the other dragon boys were having an easy time of it, they'd be less likely to have anything to take out on Vetch.

For that was the only possible explanation, though Vetch could hardly believe his eyes.

Vetch nodded; this was more good advice, and not something he would have thought of.

It did not seem so hospitable a place as Vetch had said.

Vetch felt his heart plummet right down to the ground, and he went cold all over.

Vetch didn't want to think about that, so he changed the subject.