The townsmen tied her to the post, then left. She wriggled until her hands were free, then it was the work of a moment to untie her feet.
Sitting on a convenient rock she regarded the bright silk of her dress with some disfavour. It was neither practical nor warm.
The knight rode up on a tall horse.
“Errrr… Weren’t you supposed to be tied up?”
“Yeah, but somebody needs to learn better knots.”
“And the dragon?”
“He won’t be along. I’m not qualified.”
When the penny dropped the knight grinned. “Want a lift then?”
They called their son Dragonbane.