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When Firedrake landed, Ben woke up and looked around him in alarm. The sky was bright, and the mountains were shrouded in morning mist as white as milk. The road stopped dead just beyond a sharp bend, and a cliff fell away as steeply as if the world had snapped in two. There was no bridge over to the other side of the gorge.
This must be it, thought Ben. The blue djinn’s ravine.
Firedrake stood on the edge of the precipice and looked down. A rushing sound rose from the depths below.
Ben turned. Sorrel was still snoring peacefully. Carefully Ben picked up the sleeping Twigleg and climbed down from Firedrake’s back.
“Slept off your elfin hangover?” inquired the dragon when Ben was standing beside him. He nuzzled the boy with gentle mockery. “Look at that. I do believe we’ve reached the djinn’s home.”
Cautiously Ben looked over the edge of the ravine.
It was not very wide, hardly twice the breadth of the road they had been following. The sheer drop of the cliffs was bare rock at the top, but only a few meters down dense vegetation grew. Flowers scrambled over the stone, and huge palm trees reached toward the light from the bottom of the ravine. It was dark down there, and the rushing sound came to Ben’s ears clearly now. It must be the river the professor had mentioned. But Ben heard other noises, too. Animal cries drifted up and the hoarse calls of strange birds.
“Hey, why didn’t you wake me up?” asked Sorrel grumpily from Firedrake’s back.
Twigleg, still asleep in the crook of Ben’s arm, gave a sudden start and looked around, feeling dazed.
“You can stay up here if you’d like, Sorrel,” said Firedrake. “We’re flying down, though landing in all that undergrowth won’t be easy.”
The dragon swooped down through the air like a shadow. Palm fronds brushed Ben’s face as Firedrake broke through the green canopy of the trees. Beating his wings powerfully a couple of times, the dragon made a soft landing on the bank of a river that flowed sluggishly along the bottom of the ravine. Stray rays of sun fell on the water, and Ben looked up. The sky seemed infinitely far away. They were surrounded by hissing, chirping, grunting, and creaking sounds as hundreds of living creatures moved through thousands of leaves. The air was hot and humid, and swarms of midges hovered above the river.
o;Away, abominable airy apparitions! Begone, beastly blighted banshees! Cease cruising, colorful creatures! Dodge, dire dreadful demons! Escape, evil eager elves!”
The effect was astonishing. Like a swarm of maddened bumblebees, the elves whirled in confusion and rose into the air like a glittering cloud, scolding furiously in their chirping voices.
“The signpost!” cried Sorrel. “I can see the signpost!”
But no sooner had she said so than the elves scattered again, and then dive-bombed the dragon, screeching angrily. As they shook their green hair, silvery dust drifted down on Ben and Sorrel. It made Firedrake sneeze so hard that blue sparks flashed from his nose.
“You broke the spell, fur-face!” cried Twigleg. “They’re scattering sleepy-dust. Quick, back to the alphabet! F, we’d reached F.”
“F!” stammered Ben, as the elves blew sleepy-dust into his nose and tugged frantically at his hair. Firedrake sneezed again.
“Flee, feeble fairy flutterers!” shouted Ben — just in time, for two elves had seized Twigleg by the arms and were trying to drag him away. Cursing, they let him go, and he fell headfirst into Ben’s lap.
“Go!” cried the manikin, shaking his little fists in fury. “Go, ghastly greedy …”
“Girolles!” cried Sorrel, flicking the sleepy-dust out of her fur. “Go, ghastly, greedy girolles! Horrible, hated, heinous horns of plenty!”
Once more the elves fluttered in frantic confusion. Then, buzzing angrily, they rose above the signpost again and flew away toward the dark mountains. Their glittering light glowed in the dark for a little while, until it, too, vanished. No more giggling, no more whirring wings, no more twittering little voices. The only sounds to break the silence of the night were the roaring of the sea, the chirping of cicadas — and the distant rumble of a truck engine on the coastal road.
“A truck! There’s a truck coming!” cried Sorrel, thumping Ben on the back. “Quick. What does the sign say?”
Ben compared the characters. “Yes!” he cried. “Shibam! This is the right way!”
“Careful. Hold on tight!” called Firedrake, beating his wings and rising into the air. The vehicle came closer, but by the time its headlights lit up the signpost the dragon and his passengers had already disappeared over the mountains.
“Are you all right?” Sorrel asked Firedrake anxiously. “How much dust did you breathe in?”
“I think I’ve sneezed it all out,” he called back. “I don’t feel at all tired. How about you back there?”
By way of answer, Sorrel yawned. “Hey, Twigleg!” Peering over Ben’s shoulder, she looked down at the homunculus, who was rubbing his eyes wearily. “How did you know that trick with the elves?”
“I’ve had plenty of trouble with elves before,” said Twigleg drowsily. “But I didn’t know if alphabetical order would work with that sort.”
“Well, luckily it did,” muttered Sorrel. “Or that wretched dust of theirs would have sent us to sleep in the middle of the road.” She had to yawn again.
Below them, the road that Firedrake was following wound its way farther and farther into the mountains. The dragon had to fly very carefully to avoid brushing his wings against the rocky slopes on both sides.
