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“Crunchy?” Gravelbeard struggled up. He listened. Only the eternal whispering of the stones.
Twigleg handed him his backpack. “Here are your things, and now let’s get out of here.”
“Get out of here?” The dwarf looked suspiciously at the homunculus. “What’s the big idea? Is this some kind of trap?”
“Don’t be silly!” hissed Twigleg, hauling the dwarf along after him. “You nearly ruined my wonderful plan, but even so I’m not going to let the brownies get you. Anyway, I need you as a messenger.”
“What are you talking about?” Reluctantly the mountain dwarf followed Twigleg down the dark passages. “What plan? You cheated us! You sent Nettlebrand off to the desert. Do you know I spent days and days there digging him out of the hot sand? All thanks to you!”
“Nonsense!” whispered Twigleg. “Pure rot. I’m not a traitor. I’ve been Nettlebrand’s faithful armor-cleaner for more than three hundred years, longer than you’ve spent tapping away at your stones, you halfwit. You think I’d turn traitor just like that? No, it’s all the ravens’ fault! Those ravens have been telling lies about me. They never did like me. But I’m the one who’ll make sure Nettlebrand can go hunting again at long last. I, Twigleg, not those miserable birds with their crooked beaks. And you’ll help me.”
“I will?” Dazed, Gravelbeard was stumbling along after him. “How? What —?”
“Psst!” Twigleg put a hand in front of his mouth. “Not a squeak out of you now. Understand?”
Gravelbeard nodded — and then his jaw dropped and his eyes popped, for they had reached the great cave.
Never in his entire dwarfish life had Gravelbeard seen such wonders. The stones dazzled him. Their voices sang in his ears, countless beautiful voices speaking in tones such as he had never heard before. When the homunculus dragged him roughly on, Gravelbeard woke as if from a dream that had held him spellbound.
ling, the pair of them sat down on the back of a petrified dragon and set to work.
“Won’t the dwarf notice?” Firedrake asked the homunculus anxiously.
“Yes, of course he will.” Twigleg carefully repacked the backpack with Gravelbeard’s things. “He’ll notice when he applies it to the very first scale. So he’ll add more and more brownie spit to the water, hoping to get the scales shiny. Which is just what we want, right?”
Firedrake nodded thoughtfully.
“Let’s hope it still works with so much water added,” said Maia.
Ben shrugged his shoulder. “We have to try.”
“Yes,” said Firedrake. “We must let the dwarf go as soon as the brownies have finished so that he can get right back to his master.”
“No, we don’t want to just let him go,” said Twigleg, shaking his head firmly. “He’d suspect something at once. We’ll allow him to escape, that’s the way.”
“Escape?” asked Sorrel, horrified. She and Burr-Burr-Chan had finished their work.
“One good helping of brownie gob!” laughed the Dubidai, placing the bottle in Twigleg’s thin fingers. The homunculus carefully put it back where it had come from.
“Yes, we’ll allow him to escape,” he said, closing the backpack. “We’ll even show him the entrance to the cave.”
“Little titch here really has gone crazy!” groaned Sorrel. “I knew he would. It was only a question of time.”
“Let him finish, Sorrel,” said Firedrake.
“We have to lure Nettlebrand up here!” said Twigleg. “Or do you want him to escape through the water when he realizes that his armor is dissolving? He won’t bring the ravens with him, they’d be too close to the dragon-fire. But once he’s in this cavern, he can’t escape except down the tunnel, and we can bar his way.”
“You’re right,” muttered Sorrel.
“It still won’t work,” said Maia. “You’ve forgotten the moon. We can’t fly inside the cave.”
“You can’t fly outside it, either!” Twigleg pointed out. “We told you about the ravens. They’ll cover the moon the way they did back then over the sea, and you’d be helpless to do anything but fall into Nettlebrand’s jaws.”
“Twigleg is right,” Firedrake told Maia. “We must lure him in here. And we can fly in the cave. I have a little moon-dew left, enough for the two of us.”
The she-dragon looked at him doubtfully, but finally she nodded. “Very well, we’ll lure him here. But surely he’ll destroy the whole place?” She looked around her.
“Oh, you two won’t let it come to that!” cried Lola. “Now, let the hommlecuss explain properly. I want to know what he’s planning to do with the dwarf.”
