It took days, but in between scouting across the island looking for a good mast-tree,Eustace practised, over quiet pools where he couldn't possibly start a fire and do more damage. It was probably the best day of his dragonhood, when he was able to illustrate Reep's story-telling, just for him, privately, by drawing pictures in blown, swift-flying sparks.

He rather regretted losing that bit, when he was made a boy again.