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“Oh, nonsense.” Ben shook his head impatiently. With a sudden jerk, he cracked the lock of the homunculus’s cage, opened the tiny barred door, and lifted out the little man.
“My most grateful thanks!” said the tiny creature, bowing low to the boy. “Pick me up and hold me steady in front of the other lock, will you? I’ll see what I can do for your bad-tempered brownie friend.”
Sorrel gave him a nasty look.
“What’s your name?” asked Ben curiously.
“Twigleg,” said the manikin, putting his spindly fingers into the lock of the cage and closing his eyes.
“Twigleg!” muttered Sorrel. “Suits you.”
“Could you please keep quiet?” said Twigleg without opening his eyes. “I know brownies enjoy a good chatter, but this isn’t the right moment.”
Sorrel tightened her lips. Ben looked around. He could hear voices — some way off still, but coming closer.
“Quick, Twigleg!” he told the homunculus. “There’s someone coming!”
“Nearly done it,” replied Twigleg. The lock clicked. With a satisfied smile, the little man removed his fingers. Ben quickly put him on his shoulder and opened Sorrel’s cage. Muttering crossly, she jumped down into the powdery sand.
“Twigleg,” said Ben, carrying the homunculus over to the sad monkey’s cage, “could you pick this lock, too?”
“If you like,” said the homunculus, setting to work.
“What’s he doing?” hissed Sorrel. “Are you two crazy? We have to get away from here.”
The monkey chattered excitedly and retreated to the farthest corner of its cage.
“We can’t leave the poor monkey here,” said Ben. There was another click. Ben opened the cage door, and the monkey ran away rapidly.
“Come on, for goodness’ sake!” complained Sorrel.
But Ben stopped to open the chickens’ cages as well. Luckily they were only bolted and not locked. Perched on Ben’s shoulder, Twigleg watched the boy with surprise. The voices were coming closer and closer.
“Almost through!” said Ben, opening the last cage. A startled hen stretched her scrawny neck toward him.
“How do we get out of here?” asked Sorrel. “Quick, which way should we go?”
Ben looked helplessly around. “Oh, no! I’ve forgotten which way I came,” he groaned. “And these tents all look the same.”
“They’ll be here soon!” Sorrel tugged at his sleeve. “Where’s the way out?”
Ben bit his lip. “Never mind,” he said, “the voices are coming from that direction, so we’ll have to go the other way.”
Taking Sorrel’s paw, he hauled her along after him. No sooner had they disappeared among the tents than a hue and cry broke out behind them.
Ben darted right, then left, but people were coming toward them from every direction, trying to catch the fugitives and barring their way. It was only thanks to the homunculus that Ben and Sorrel escaped. Twigleg had scrambled up onto Ben’s head as quick as a scurrying insect and sat there like a sea captain on the bridge of his rolling ship, and he steered them out of the camp with his shrill commands.
Not until they were a safe distance from the tents did they slow down, making their way through tangled thornbushes and staying under cover. A few lizards scurried away in alarm when Sorrel and Ben finally dropped to the ground, panting. Twigleg climbed out of Ben’s hair and sat down on the sand beside the boy, looking pleased with himself.
“Well done,” he said. “You two are quick on your feet. I could never have kept up. But I have a quick brain. A person can’t have everything.”
Sorrel sat up, breathing heavily, and looked down at the little man. “And you’re not the faintest bit conceited, either, are you?” she said.
Twigleg just shrugged his narrow shoulders.
“Take no notice of her,” said Ben, peering through the branches. “She means no harm.” There was no one in sight. Ben could scarcely believe they had managed to shake off their pursuers. For the time being, anyway. Relieved, he let himself drop back onto the sand.
“We’ll take a breather here for a little while,” he said. “Then we must get back to Firedrake. If he wakes up and finds we’re not there he might go looking for us.”
