2 August 2012
Leather bound books line the walls, a musty, dusty scent fills the still air.
A small red dragon is curled up on the sheepskin rug in front of a roaring fire. He growls softly in his apparent slumber, wings twitching as if in flight.
I trace the books of the library with my finger, searching for a thought, a whisper.
But before I find it the maid knocks on the door, bringing in my afternoon tea.
"Brought you a chocolate biscuit, my lady," She says cheerfully, laying the tray on my desk, "Thought you could do with a treat after today."
"Thank you, Mary," I smile, "What would I do without you?"
The maid curtseys as she shuts the library door behind her.
I tossed the chocolate biscuit at the red dragon, he instantly snatched it out of the air.
"What are we going to do with this country?" I ask him, with a sigh.
The dragons red, scaly face just turns to look at me, hopeful for another snack.
I smile and resume my tracing of the books; the right spell must be here somewhere, I think to myself.
A Leader's Library • Opuss № I