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“Sometimes I’ve had to go right through the alphabet,” remembered Twigleg sleepily, “but the stupid little things never notice if you leave out X.”
Ben rubbed his itching nose. “All the same, I wish I could have watched them a bit longer,” he murmured. “They were so funny. And their wings — they shone like soap bubbles.”
“I tell you what.” Sorrel leaned back on one of Firedrake’s spines and closed her eyes. “If you’re so mad about those fluttery little things, you’d better catch one.”
“Catch one?” Ben looked at her, astounded. “How?”
“Easy,” murmured Sorrel. “You mix a little milk, two spoonfuls of honey, and some rose petals in a bowl, and then you leave it outside on a warm night when the moon’s full.”
Ben glanced back at her, still rather doubtful. “Then what?” he asked, yawning.
Firedrake’s wings rushed on through the dark.
“Then,” said Sorrel softly, “you can bet your life one of those stupid creatures will come flying along to lap up your honey-sweet, rose-perfumed milk. Simply drop a cobweb over the bowl and there you are — hey, presto!”
“A cobweb?” Ben shook his head, baffled. “Where would I get a cobweb?”
“That’s your problem,” murmured Sorrel. “I’ve told you how to catch an elf. You’ll have to do the rest yourself.”
Ben leaned back. “I don’t want to catch an elf, anyway,” he said. “I don’t think much of catching things. Do you?”
But Sorrel was already asleep. And on Ben’s lap Twigleg was snoring softly, elf-dust still sparkling on his nose.
“Firedrake!” called Ben quietly. “Are you sure you’re not tired?”
“Not a bit,” the dragon called back. “Who knows, perhaps elf-dust keeps dragons awake.”
“Not humans, though,” murmured Ben as he, too, fell asleep.
Firedrake flew steadily on through the night, following the road that would lead him to the blue djinn.
20. The Djinn’s Ravine
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.
“Merciful morels!” Sorrel climbed off Firedrake’s back and sank up to her chest in creepers. “How are we ever supposed to find anything in this jungle?” She looked around uneasily.
“By starting to look for it,” said Firedrake, making his way through the thick undergrowth.
