Back at the wagon, Perman Pick shoved Pilgram Axe Handler off of him.  They both stuck their head out of the wagon up by the driver, who to their amazement was not there.  They pulled themselves back into the wagon.  Pilgrim Axe Handler spoke first “A dragon must of swooped down and ate them.”  Perman then added. “Poor Nugget, it was his first adventure from Iron Hall.”  Just then the wagon lurched forward, Pilgram and Perman fell back, they could tell the wagon had begun moving again.  Perman said “Their ghost must be chasing the dragon.”  They sat on the small bench and hugged each other and yelled, “we are doomed.”  They then heard Edi’s voice “get up here you knuckle heads.”  ”His ghost wants us up there with him.”  ”I am not going.”  Perman grabbed his axe and parted the flap.  His eyes went wide, to his surprise Edi was sitting with the wagon reins in his hands, with a look of bewilderment on his face.  Nugget must be the one who got eaten, Perman thought. 

     Nugget was holding on for dear life.  He had not thought this through, his legs wee too short to reach the stirrups on the horse.  He was sliding from side to side.  The horse did not seem to be slowing down anytime soon, too make things worse the horse’s reins were out of reach and all Nugget could do is hold on the nob on the saddle.  His horse seemed to be following the black steed in front.  In his mind, he saw himself jumping on the horse grabbing the reins and riding up beside the other and stopping them.  Suddenly as if on command they stopped throwing the dwarf to the ground.  when the dust cloud cleared, the dwarf named Nugget found, four spear heads, mighty close to his chest.  His eyes followed the length up to six black dressed strangers, riding black horses.