Dulbbe's mind is blown away...

Running his fingers through his long stringy hair, Dulbbe stretched out his arms and got up from his chair to give his long legs some uncramping too.  He had been sitting way too long.  "It seems like eons have passed while I have been sitting at this table," he thought.  

As he stood, he also realized that he had drank more than his share of his magical brew (coffee).  Enough to float a whole galley of the King's boats at this point. ​

The problem was there was just so much to learn from the Dragon Orb... and it was so interesting too!

Forgetting about the coffee, Dulbbe started searching around his chair trying to find another quill from his bag.  He had written down so many notes that he had almost demolished his whole six month supply of quills and ink.  "It's a good thing I had a lot of spare parchment with me too," he thought.  "I really did not want to have to write on the sleeves of this shirt.  It's the last fairly clean one I have."

As he continued searching for a new quill, he reminded himself that he really needed to watch keeping his hands out of his notes.   It added to why his clothes were always stained from the ink he used, especially his sleeves, but this time it was because of something different.  What he was writing down was just too awesome that he didn't want to smear his notes of this Dragon Language of Old.  "I am learning Dragon!" he told himself again in disbelief.  "Who would have ever thought I would find another language to learn."​

Dulbbe considered himself very proficient in languages as he knew so many and even a few obscure ones, like the one of numerology.  But this Dragon Language was totally unique.  It almost had a musical quality to it plus a hint of the numbers which added to it's mystery.  He couldn't wait to tell his cousin Hewy (click here to learn who Hewy is) about the musical side and wondered what he would make of it. 

Reaching up to rub his tired eyes, Dulbee was careful to first remove his special glasses.  They not only helped him to read but the darker lenses helped him to see what was hidden.  Whether it was someone hiding in a cave or field, or a text hidden in a obscure line in a book, when he used these lenses all hidden objects appeared clear.   "Maybe it's time to take a break and a short nap," he realized as his mind had certainly been blown away with all this new stuff to learn and he was beginning find it difficult to keep it all straight.  "Better to start with a fresh mind and fresh quills again in a few hours," he told himself as he packed up his bag and headed out of the library and to his room in the castle.

But like so often, he barely got out of his clothes and his head hitting the pillow before there was a loud rapping on the door.  "You are wanted by the King," a voice was shouting through the door.  "There is an intruder in the garden and he commands you to bring your glasses."   (Click here if you want to know who is the intruder.)