Fifth hour, part 5

Cael turned to his wife, expectant—and tense again as he waited for the answer.

Ginevra smirked back at Cael. "Of course. I'm sure that by now even people here have heard about him." She glanced at Dieter. "We had to beat three dragons just to get to talk to him. A golden one, a quicksilver one and… A rust dragon, I think?"

Dante's notes on the subject were pretty extensive, and now Cael remembered them without trying to. He nodded.

"Yeah. Red dragons control fire, and rust dragons just feed on metal. They are not on the top of the dragon hierarchy, as vague as it is. Regardless," he turned towards Calvo, then looked at Myrna. "Go on."

"No!" Calvo protested, inching away from Myrna as she took an eager step toward him. "I'm not letting her get closer! So you say she is who she pretends to be—but it was you who said that the impostor doesn't have her memories. What if it does?"