"Princeling, child of forest fair, seek the star in dragon's lair," said the witch with ragged hair. So the Princeling journeyed forth and far, and found a dragon with scales of tar, and cut its head and stole its star. Said the star, "I am freed by thee. I will show you mercy and let you flee, for I am a curse, once trapped, now free." And the Princeling knelt by the dragon's head, the Princeling wept and the dragon bled, a bitter tear on a dragon dead. - from To Kill a King