Now I wasn't too surprised when the Blenheim got up into the air a lot
faster then I recollected such planes being capable of doing.
However in the fast climb Rusty fell out and I expected my youthful assistant
to get dashed on the rocky coast below us.
However before my eyes I watched his falling form
suddenly glow white and expand and take on the shape of a
winged dragon,who easily avoided death.
Rusty was another dragon,just like Christine.
"He's my younger brother"said Christine matter of factly
"When Beauregard and I held up Charley's plane over the Atlantic
six years ago,Rusty helped him fix the engine...