In the intervening years, he'd only given the idea his attention long enough to produce three shows. Harlequin and I had watched the show the last time it had aired. The dragon, obviously enthralled by modern culture, had spent the whole program commenting on an amazing range of topics. In a couple of segments, he'd taken the concept of confrontational journalism to such an extreme that I suggested the show should have been renamed "Wyrm Food."

Dunklezahn grinned. "Exactly so. I find the media absolutely fascinating. Free, unrestricted information exchange. Who would have imagined?"

"Well now, I wouldn't exactly call it unrestricted," said Harlequin.

"No," agreed the dragon. "nor would I. Which is precisely why I am here."

"Oh?"

"I would like you to be the subject of my next program."

"What!" Harlequin exclaimed, leaping to his feet.

I laughed aloud, and then clamped my hand over my mouth. Harlequin glared at me for a split second, so I knew I'd regret my indiscretion later, but it was such a joy seeing him surprised.

"Yes," continued the dragon. "I think you would make a wonderful guest."

Harlequin ran his hand through his hair as he shook his head. "Of all the things I was expecting to talk about…"

"But, Harlequin, you have always been the best storyteller. Just think how amazed these humans would be by the things you could tell them! There is so much they just don't understand…"

"And I'm certainly not going to tell them!" interrupted Harlequin.

The dragon moved his head oddly. "Is it not possible that they have a right to know? It is their world, after all."

Harlequin exhaled noisily, his brow furrowed. "You want to just tell them everything? Reveal all the myriad secrets of the universe? You want me to…" He turned toward me, arm extended and fingers twitching madly. "You want me to…"