Ursala smiled regally and, glancing over her shoulder, rasped breathlessly, "Now that my faithful retainer (and churl) is out of earshot, I have something to ask of you..." "Please show me your dragon! All my maps have "here be dragons" at the edges, by the cartographer's signature, and I've always wanted to see a cartographer's dragon. If you will show me yours, I promise that, in return, I shall run away with you tonight, and pay for your tuition as a cartographer. If you refuse . . . "