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“Why have you summoned me here?” said Glimdore.

“Forgive me, a matter of great importance has come to my attention. I felt it could not wait until our usual appointment,” replied Ursula.

“I see. I’m here now, out with your questions,” muttered the owl.

The wise woman informed the guardian that in two days, the dragon Galadriel would give birth.

“This somehow concerns me? Dragons have given birth for thousands of years, why come to me?” asked Glimdore.

“The baby has not turned, and you know what that means,” said the wise woman.

“Death,” answered the owl.

Realising the importance of the meeting, Glimdore changed his tone. “Have you tried the usual method of massage?” asked Glimdore.

“Yes, three times, and every time the baby turned back. It’s like it does not wish to come out and is fighting us,” said Ursala.

“I see why they call you the miracle worker. Most would have missed this point. Your intuition is correct,” said Glimdore.

The pair agreed to meet at Galadriel’s cave the next day to try and sort things out.

“Until morning, keep your patient calm with doses of calamine tea,” the owl instructed. Then it flew off to attend to other affairs.

“I see you brought your bag of wonders,” Ursala chided.

“A wizard should never leave home without them,” replied the owl with a wry smile.

Glimdore examined the mother dragon. He retrieved his ear trumpet and placed it upside down on her belly.

“Hey, you, in there, why are you being so difficult? Don’t you know there’s a huge party waiting for you? Now come out here before all this food goes to waste,” hollered the owl.

Almost at once, Galadriel’s belly began to pulse up and down, and in no time, she was in labor.

“How on earth did you know that would work?” asked the wise woman.

“I didn’t. I figure if this little fireball had any weakness, it would be the same as other young ones,” said Glimdore.

“Food, of course,” cried Ursala.

By sunset, Galadriel’s baby lay in her arms. Ursala stood next to her, spooning in large helpings of mutten stew into his gaping mouth.

“All seems in order here. Ursula, a miracle worker you most certainly are,” said Glimdore.

“I had a great teacher,” replied the wise woman.

“Tu-whit tu-whoo,” said the owl with a wink. “Don’t try to butter me up now, you obstinate student.” Then the owl flew off.

“Such a busy body,” muttered Ursala.

“Just like you, wise woman,” said Galadriel with a wry smile.

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