It was twenty feet from nose to tail, made from freshly cut wood. The scales, the razor teeth, the protruding tongue: all of the detail was perfect. The artist was clearly gifted.
The King asked, “Will it work?”
“Majesty,” said the sorcerer, “once they roll it inside the walls, I will speak the words from this book, and the Worm will spring to life, as real as you or I.”
“But what will it do? Will it attack?”
“Majesty, we carved out a large stomach, and left it empty: the first thing it feels will be hunger. It will attack.”
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