"Oh, yes," Makan said. "We dragons love music. We sing for nearly every occasion: for celebration and mourning; for war and peace; for birth and death." He cast a glance at the carcass of the dead dragon. "However there are some exceptions. He shall be buried with no ceremony whatsoever."

The dragon rose to his feet. "If you wish to help me more, I do have one request, Miss Sara. I am going to dispose of the body, and make a nest. But afterward..." He paused. "You can sing, yes?"