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Qwan considered. 'We need to form a circle round it, so somewhere flat. Look, that level spot. There.' Artemis began dragging the bomb towards the indicated spot. It wasn't so far. And then they could all stand round in a ring and watch it explode. Everyone had their jobs to do now. And the chances of their tasks coming to fruition were slightly less than the chances of a dwarf-goblin marriage ever taking place. And a goblin would rather eat his own feet than marry a dwarf. Artemis had to position the bomb. N° 1 and Qwan were in charge of spell-casting, and Holly had the unenviable tasks of keeping them all alive, and persuading Abbot to join their group. And all this while the island was disinte-grating around them. The volcano was literally being torn apart.Huge segments vanished into space like parts of a giant three-dimensional jigsaw. In minutes, there would be nothing left to transport. Qwan took No.l's hand in his own, leading him to the small level spot. 'OK, young fellow. That thing you did up there, with the soldiers — that was good. I was impressed. But this is the big time. I know you're in pain. That's just because you are sensitive to the spell's breakdown. But you have to ignore that. We have an island to move.' No.l felt his tail vibrate nervously. 'An island? An entire island?' Qwan winked. 'And everyone on it. No pressure.' 'What do we do?' 'I only need one thing from you. Call up your magic, every drop. Let it pass through me and I'll do the rest.' That sounded easy enough. But calling up magic when there were arrows flying and chunks of the countryside disappearing was about as easy as going to the toilet on command, with a dozen people watching. Who all hated you. No.l closed his eyes and thought magical thoughts. Magic. Come on, magic. He tried to open the same doors in his mind as he had when he had conjured up the human soldiers. To his surprise, he found the magic came easier now, as if it was ready to come out. The cage had been opened and the beast was free. No.l felt the power surge through his arms, animating him like a puppet. 'Whoa there, big fellow,' said Qwan. 'No need to blow my head off. Put a leash on it until it's time to go.' The old warlock shouted to Artemis, his thin voice almost whipped away by sonic booms. 'How long?' Artemis was dragging the bomb with some difficulty, digging his heels into the crust and heaving. He couldn't help thinking that Butler would have simply slung the bomb and its casing over one shoulder and hefted it on to the plateau. 'Count to three hundred. Maybe two ninety-nine. Providing the deterioration remains constant, which it should.' Qwan had stopped listening after the words three hundred. He gripped No.l's hands tightly. 'Five minutes and we're going home. Time to start the mantra.' Qwan closed his eyes and bobbled his head from side to side, muttering in the ancient demon tongue. No.l could feel the power of the words, shaping the magic into rising circles of blue fire around them. He held on to his new mentor and joined in, repeating the mantra as if his life depended on it. Which, of course, it did. Holly had a new mission now. Somehow she had to draw Abbot into their little group, and persuade him to join the magic circle. It seemed, judging by the way he was waving his fancy sword, highly unlikely that he would do this volun-tarily.

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The demons kept coming, bent low and bobbing. They loosed bolts from their crossbows on the run, none of which were affected by the surge. Of course they wouldn't be. The rays from her Neutrino were calibrated to have a short life: once they made contact with air, they would dissipate after five seconds unless specifically reset to hold together for longer. Thankfully the bolts were falling short, but not as short as they had been a few moments earlier. Time was running out in more ways than one. A group of especially daredevil imps made it past Holly's arc of fire. Their method of travel was foolhardy and suici-dal. Only idiot luck saved them from crushed skulls. Using a hide shield as a sled, three of them skidded down the crater's inner slope, being tossed hither and thither by rocks and changes in gradient. One second they were fifty metres away, and the next Holly could smell the sweat glistening on their brow plates. Holly swung her gun barrel towards them, but it was too late, she could never make it. And even if she did, the others would use the distraction to make ground. The imps were leering at her. Lips pulled back over sharp pointed teeth. One was especially agitated and had some kind of slime flowing from his pores. The imps seemed to hang suspended in the air for the longest time, and then something happened. The air pulsed, and reality momentarily split into coloured pixels like a faulty computer screen. Holly felt sick to her stomach and the imps winked out of existence, taking a two-metre diam-eter tube of the crater with them. Holly fell back from the hole, which collapsed in on itself. No.l fell to his knees and threw up. 'Magic,' he gasped. 'Breaking down. The lure of Earth is stronger than silver now. No one is safe.' Artemis and Qwan were in slightly better shape, but only slightly. 'I am older and have more control over my empathy,' said Qwan. 'That's why I didn't throw up.' And having said that, he threw up. Artemis didn't even give the old warlock time to recover himself. There was no time. Time was surging and unrav-elling at the same time. 'Come on,' he said. 'Forward.' Holly back-pedalled to her feet, pulling No.l to his. Behind them on the slopes, the demons froze at the sight of the disappearing imps, but now were advancing again with renewed determination. No doubt they believed that Holly was responsible for the disappearance of their little brothers. Temporal booms echoed around the island, as chunks of Hybras spun into the time tunnel. Some would material-ize on Earth and some in space. It was doubtful that any demons unlucky enough to be transported would survive. Not without concentrated magic to forge a compass for them. Artemis dragged himself the last few steps to the bomb, dropping to his knees beside it. He wiped ash from the read-out with his sleeve, then spent a while studying it, nodding along with the flickering of its digital timer. The numbers of the timer were behaving seemingly erratically: jumping forward, slowing down and even back-ing up slightly. But Artemis knew that there would be a pattern in here somewhere. Magic was simply another form of energy, and energy conformed to certain rules. It was simply a matter of watching the timer and counting. It took a while longer than they could afford, but eventually Artemis spotted the repeat. He ran the numbers quickly in his head. 'I see it,' he shouted to Qwan, who was on his knees beside him. 'It's mainly forward. An hour per second for a count of forty, followed by a deceleration to thirty minutes per second for a count of eighteen, then a slight jump back-wards in time, one minute per second back for a count of two. Then it repeats.' Qwan smiled weakly. 'What was the first one again?' Artemis stood heaving the bomb from its cradle of ash and fungus. 'Never mind. You need to prepare to transport this place. I'll move this bomb to wherever you need it.' 'Very well, smart Mud Boy. But we still only have four magical beings. We need N'zall.' Holly backed into the group, still firing. 'I'll see what I can do.' Qwan nodded. 'I have faith in you, Captain. Then again I am a trusting person, and look where that got me.' 'Where do you want this?'

Soon every demon who was able to climb the mountain had done so, and they were all staring at the magical monkey. Even No.l was entranced. 'What is that?' Qwan fluttered his fingers, causing the monkey to somersault. 'It's a simple magical construct. Instead of allowing the sparks to roam on instinct, I marshal them into a recog-nizable form. It takes time and effort, but in time you will have this micro-control too.' 'No,' said No.l. I mean what is that?' Qwan sighed. 'It's a monkey.' As their numbers grew, the demons became more and more agitated. The warriors crashed horns in a show of strength. They bashed each other's chest plates with their forearms and made a big show of sharpening their swords on stones. 'I miss Butler,' said Artemis. 'Me too,' said Holly, scanning the crowd for the greatest threat. It wasn't easy to decide. Every demon in the crowd seemed as though he was on the verge of hurling himself at the new arrivals. Holly had seen three-dimensional models of demons, of course, but she had never seen the real thing. The models were accurate enough, but they couldn't capture the bloodlust in the creatures' eyes, or the eerie whines that curled out of their noses as battle fever possessed them. Abbot barged through to the front of the group and Holly instantly trained her weapon on his chest. 'Qwan!' said Abbot, obviously amazed. 'You're alive? I thought the warlocks were all dead.' 'Except the one that helped you,' said No.l before he could stop himself. Abbot took a step back. 'Well, yes. Except that one.' Qwan closed his fist and the monkey disappeared. 'I know you,' he said slowly, searching for the memories. 'You were at Taillte. You were a dissenter.' Abbot drew himself up. 'That's right. I am Abbot the dissenter. We never should have come here. We should have met the humans head-on. The warlocks betrayed us!' He levelled his sword at Qwan. 'You betrayed us!' The other demons growled and rattled their weapons. Abbot took a moment to study the other members of the group. 'A human! That's a human. You have brought the enemy to our door. How long before the rest of them follow in their metal birds?' 'Metal birds?' said Artemis in Gnommish. 'What metal birds? All we have are crossbows, remember?' There followed a collective ooh, as the demons realized that this human spoke their language, albeit with an accent. Abbot decided to change the subject. This boy was pick-ing holes in his story. 'And you brought an elf too, warlock. Armed with a magical weapon. The elves betrayed us at Taillte!' Qwan was getting bored with all this posturing. 'I know, everybody betrayed you at Taillte. Why don't you give the order you're working up to? You want us dead. Give the order, and see if our brother demons will attack the only being who can save them.' Abbot realized that he was on very dangerous ground. This poisonous little bunch had to be dealt with. Quickly and permanently. 'You want to die so much? So be it, you can die.' He pointed his sword at the small group and was on the verge of roaring 'Kill them!' or perhaps 'Death to the traitors!' when Qwan snapped his fingers. He did this in a very showy way, setting off a magical mini-explosion. 'I remember you now. Your name isn't Abbot. You're N'zall, the idiot who ruined the time spell. But you seem different. Those red markings.' Abbot flinched as if struck. A few of the older demons sniggered. Abbot's demon name wasn't brought up very much. Abbot was a little embarrassed by it, not surpris-ingly since N'zall meant 'little horn' in the old demon cant.

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T love this chair,' he said. 'Actually it's more of a throne than a chair, which brings me to our main business here today.' Abbot reached under a leather flap in the chair and pulled out a roughly fashioned bronze crown. 'I think it's about time the Council declared me king for life,' he said, fixing the crown on his head. This new king-for-life idea would be a tough sell. A demon pride was always ruled over by the fittest, and it was a very temporary position. Abbot had only survived as long as he had by mesmerizing anyone who dared chal-lenge him. Most of the Cquncil had been under Abbot's spell for so long that they accepted the suggestion as if it were a royal decree, but some of the younger ones shuddered with violent spasms as their true beliefs wrestled with this new repugnant idea. Their struggles didn't last long. Abbot's suggestion spread like a virus through their conscious and subcon-scious, subduing revolution wherever it was found. Abbot adjusted his crown slightly. 'Enough debate. All in favour, say graaarghl' 'GRAAARGH!' howled the demons, battering the table with gauntlets and swords. 'All hail King Leon,' prompted Abbot. 'ALL HAIL KING LEON!' mimicked the Council, like trained parrots. The adulation was interrupted by a soldier demon, who burst through the lodge's flap. 'There's a… there was a big…' Abbot whipped off the crown. The general population wasn't ready for that yet. 310 'There's a what?' he demanded. 'A big what?' The soldier paused, catching his breath. He realized suddenly that he'd better communicate the bigness of what had happened on the mountain, or else Abbot was liable to behead him for interrupting the meeting. 'There was a big flash.' A big flash? That didn't sound big enough. 'Let me start again. A huge flash of light came from the volcano. Two of the hunting party were nearby. They say someone came through. A group. Four beings.' Abbot frowned. 'Beings?' 'Two demons, maybe. But the other two. The hunter doesn't know what they are.' This was serious. Abbot knew it. These beings could be humans, or worse still, surviving warlocks. If it was a warlock, he would surely guess Abbot's secret. All it would take was one demon with some real power, and his hold on the pride would be gone. This situation had to be contained. 'Very well. The Council will investigate. Nobody else goes up there.' The soldier's Adam's apple bobbed nervously, as if he was about to bear bad news. 'It's too late, Master Abbot. The entire pride is climbing the volcano.' Abbot was halfway to the door before the soldier finished his sentence. 'Follow me!' he shouted to the other demons. 'And bring your weapons.' 'GRAAARGH!' roared the spellbound Council members. Artemis was surprised at how calm he felt. You would think that a teenage human would be terrified at the sight of a pride of demons climbing towards him, but Artemis was more nervous than terrified, and more curious than nervous. He glanced backwards over his shoulder, into the crater they had just climbed out of. 'The pride comes before a fall,' he said softly, then smiled at his own joke. Holly overheard. 'You certainly pick your moment to develop a sense of humour.' 'Usually I would be planning, but this is out of my hands. Qwan is in charge now.' No.l led them along the rim of the crater towards a low rocky ledge. There was a wooden rod jammed into the ground beside the ledge, and hooked over the rod were dozens of silver bangles. Most tarnished and soot-caked. No.l wiggled a bunch over the top of the rod. 'Dimension jumpers leave these here,' he explained, passing them out. 'Just in case they make it back. No one ever did, until now. Except Leon Abbot of course.' Qwan slipped a bangle on to his wrist. 'Dimension jump-ing is suicide. Without silver, a demon will never be able to stay in one place for more than a few seconds. They will drift between times and dimensions until they are killed by exposure or starvation. Magic is the only reason we're here. I am amazed this Abbot person made it back. What is his demon name?' No.l squinted down the mountain pathway. 'You can ask him your self. That's him, the big one elbow-ing his way to the head of the group.' Holly squinted down at the pride leader. 'The one with the curved horns and big sword?' she asked. 'Is he smiling?' 'No.' 'That's Abbot.' It was a strange reunion. There was no hugging, no cham-pagne and no teary-eyed reminiscing. Instead there were bared teeth, drawn swords and threatening behaviour. The latest batch of imps were especially eager to skewer the newcomers and prove their valour. Artemis was the number one target in the group. Imagine, an actual live human here on Hybras. He didn't look so tough. Artemis and company had stayed put on the ledge, wait-ing for the demons to come to them. They didn't have to wait long. The imps arrived first, breathless from the climb and just dying to kill something. If it hadn't been for Qwan, Artemis would have been ripped to shreds on the spot. In fairness, Holly had something to do with keeping Artemis alive too. She tagged the first half-dozen imps with a charge from her Neutrino strong enough to send them scurrying back to what they thought was a safe distance. After that, Qwan managed to hold their attention by conjuring a multi-coloured dancing monkey in the air.

'My name is not important,' said a youthful voice. 'The important thing is that I have something you want.' 'How did you get this number?' 'I have a friend,' replied the mystery caller. 'He knows all the numbers. Now, to business. I believe you're in the market for a demon?' Minutes earlier Butler had pulled off the motorway at the airport exit, and crammed himself into the back seat beside Artemis and Holly. They had watched the drama unfold in the Chateau Paradizo on their tiny laptop. Artemis gripped his knees tight. 'I can't allow this. I won't allow it.' Holly placed a hand over his. 'We have no choice, Artemis. We're clear now. This is not our fight. I can't risk exposing Number One.' Artemis's frown cut a furrow from his hairline to the bridge of his nose. 'I know. Of course. But, still, how can this not be my fight?' He glanced sharply at Butler. 'Will Kong kill that man?' 'Without a doubt,' replied the bodyguard. 'In his mind, it's already done.' Artemis rubbed his eyes, suddenly fatigued. 'I am responsible, indirectly. I can't have a man's death on my conscience. Holly, you do what you have to do, but I need to save those people.' 'Conscience,' said No.l. 'What a lovely word. The sh in the middle.' It was plain that the imp was not actually listening to the conversation, just picking up on certain words. The incongruity of this simple statement made Artemis look across. His eyes rested for a moment on No.l 's chest mark-ings. And suddenly he knew where he had seen them before. A plan hit him like a bolt of lightning. 'Holly, do you trust me?' Holly groaned. 'Artemis, don't ask me that. I just know one of your outrageous plans is coming.' 'Do you trust me?' 'Yes,' Holly sighed. 'I do. More than anyone.' 'Well then, trust me to get us all out of this. I will explain later.' Holly was torn. This decision could affect the rest of her life, and the imp's too. And the effect could be to shorten them dramatically. 'OK, Artemis. But I'll be watching.' Artemis spoke into his ring-phone. 'Foaly, can you put me through to Mister Kong's mobile phone.' 'Not a problem,' replied the centaur from Section 8 HQ. 'But it's going to be the last thing I do for you. Sool has tracked my line out. In thirty seconds I'm going to be shut down, and you'll be on your own.' 'I understand. Put me through.' Butler gripped Artemis's shoulder. 'If you call him, then he has the upper hand. Kong will want to choose where to meet.' 'I know where we should meet. I just have to convince Mister Kong that the rendezvous point is his idea.' Artemis closed his fist, covering the phone. 'Quiet. It's ringing.' 'Who is this?' snapped Kong. 'Mynameisnotimportant,'saidArtemis.'The important thing is that I have something you want.' 'How did you get this number?' 'I have a friend,' replied the mystery caller. 'He knows all the numbers. Now, to business. I believe you're in the market for a demon?' 'So, you must be the great Artemis Fowl: Minerva's idol. I am so sick of you smart kids. Why can't you just boost cars or steal stuff like normal kids.' 'We do steal stuff. Just bigger stuff. Now, are you inter-ested in my demon or not?' 'I could be,' said Kong. 'What do you have in mind?' 'A straight trade. I pick a public place, and we swap. My demon for your girl.'

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Barely a second later, two sharp cracks echoed across the estate. Kong grinned. 'Confirmation,' he said. 'I'm in control here.' Soto had often wondered how he would react if faced with actual danger. Earlier, when he had believed that they were under siege, he had panicked slightly, but followed procedure. This was different. Soto went for his gun. A practised pistol man could do this without looking down. Soto was not practised enough. By the time he glanced towards his holster, Kong had already leaped on to the table and knocked Soto uncon-scious. The security chief keeled over backwards with a dainty sigh. Kong sat atop the table, elbows resting on knees. 'I need that demon back,' he said, casually drawing a stiletto blade from a secret pocket in the sleeve of his jacket. 'How do we find him?' Gaspard Paradizo smothered Minerva in his arms. Protecting every inch of his daughter. 'If you hurt her, Kong…' Billy Kong rolled his eyes. 'No time for negotiations, Doctor.' He twirled the blade between his fingertips, then snapped his wrist, flicking the stiletto at Gaspard. The weapon's handle thunked against the doctor's forehead, and he fell away from Minerva like a discarded coat. Minerva knelt, cradling her father's head. 'Papa? Wake up Papa.' For a moment she was a little girl, then her intellect kicked in. She checked her father's pulse and tapped the point of impact with her index and middle fingers. 'You are lucky, Mister Kong, not to be facing a murder charge.' Kong shrugged. 'I've faced them before. It's amazing how easy it is to elude the authorities. It costs exactly ten thou-sand dollars. Three for the face job, two for new papers and five for a really good hacker to create a computer past for you.' 'Nevertheless, one more half-revolution of your blade and my father would be dead, and not merely unconscious.' Kong pulled a second blade from his sleeve pocket. 'There's still time. Now, tell me how we go about finding our little friend.' Minerva stood facing Kong, her fists clenched defiantly. 'Listen to me, idiot. That demon is gone. I have no doubt that his benefactors plucked the silver bullet from his leg as soon as they had him in the car. He is back on his island. Forget about him.'

Holly felt suddenly nervous. This Mud Man was un-stable. It would only take her a second to escape from these bonds, but maybe a second was too long. Artemis had requested that she remain bound for as long as possible, but from the look on Billy Kong's face it seemed as if stay-ing bound could be a fatal mistake. 'Do you remember what happened to my brother?' asked Kong again, waving the knife like a conductor's baton. 'I remember,' said Holly. 'He died. Violently.' Kong was thunderstruck. Reeling internally. For several moments he circled the room muttering to himself, which didn't encourage Holly any. 'It's true. Eric never betrayed me! My brother loved me. He loved me and they took him!' Holly took advantage of this lack of focus to escape from the plastic ties binding her wrists. She did this using an old LEP trick taught to her by Commander Vinyaya back in the Academy. She rubbed her wrists against the rough edge, causing two small grazes. When magical sparks erupted from her fingertips to heal the wounds, she siphoned a few off to melt the plastic enough for her to yank her way out. When Kong faced Holly again, she was untethered, but concealing the fact. Kong knelt before her so their eyes were level. He was blinking rapidly and his pulse beat in a temple vein. He spoke slowly, in a voice fraught with barely repressed madness and violence. He had switched to Taiwanese, his family's first language. 'I want you to peel off your face. Right now.' This, reasoned Kong, would be the final proof. If this demon could peel off her face, then he would stab her in the heart and damn the consequences. 'I can't,' said Holly. 'My hands are tied. Why don't you peel it off for me? We have new masks now. Disposable. They come off easily.' Kong coughed in surprise, rocking back on his hunkers. Then he steadied himself and reached out shaking hands. His hands did not shake from fear, but from anger and sorrow that he had dishonoured his brother's memory by believing the worst of him. 'At the hairline,' said Holly. 'Just grab and pull, don't worry if you tear it.' Kong looked up, and they made eye contact. This was all Holly needed to employ the magical fairy mesmer. 'Don't those arms feel heavy?' she asked, her voice layered and irresistible. Kong's brow suddenly creased, and the creases filled with sweat. 'My arms. What? They're like lead. Like two lead pipes. I can't…' Holly pushed the mesmer a little harder. 'Why don't you put them down. Take it easy. Sit on the floor.' Kong sat on the concrete. 'I'm just going to sit for a second. We're still doing the face-peeling thing. But in a second. I'm tired.' 'You probably feel like talking.' 'You know what, demon. I feel like talking. What should we talk about?' 'This whole group you're involved with, Billy. The Paradizos. Tell me about them.' Kong snorted. The Paradizos! You're only dealing with one Paradizo here. And that's the girl, Minerva. Her daddy is just a money man. If Minerva wants it, Gaspard pays for it. He's so proud of his little girl the genius that he does whatever she says. Can you believe that she convinced him to keep the whole demon thing quiet until after the Nobel Committee get a look at her research.' This was very good news. 'You mean that no one outside this house knows about the demons?'

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'Exactly,' said Eric gently. 'You gotta leave the demon-slaying to me and my boys. When you're fifteen, then you get to be sworn in, but until then, this is our secret. You stay in the house and let me do my duty. Promise?' Jonah nodded, blubbering too much to say the word. And so the brothers sat huddled on the sofa while Eric's girlfriend's boyfriend's brothers battered on the windows and called him out. This is a cruel trick, Eric thought. Maybe I'll just let it run jot a couple of months. It'll keep the kid out of trouble until every-thing dies down. The deception worked well. Jonah didn't set foot outside the house after dusk for weeks. He sat on the settee, with his knees drawn to his chin, waiting for Eric to return with elaborate demon-slaying stories. Every night, he feared that his brother would not return, that the demons would kill him. One night his fears came to pass. The cops said that Eric had been killed by a notorious gang of brothers who had been gunning for him. Something about a girl. But Jonah knew different. He knew the demons had done it. They had peeled off their faces and killed his brother. So Jonah Lee, now known as Billy Kong, was going in to see Holly carrying the weight of his childhood memories. For the sake of his sanity, he had managed to convince himself over the decades that there were no demons, and that his beloved brother had lied to him. This betrayal had messed him up for years, preventing him forming lasting relationships, and making it a lot easier for him to hurt people. And now this crazy Minerva girl was paying him to help her to hunt down actual demons, and it turns out they are real. He had seen them with his own eyes. At this stage Billy Kong couldn't tell fact from fiction. A part of him believed that he's had a bad accident, and that all of this was coma hallucination. All Billy knew for sure was that if there was the slightest chance that these demons were the same ones who killed Eric, then they were going to pay. Holly was not too happy playing the victim. She had enough of this in the Academy. Every time the curricu-lum threw up a role-playing game, Holly, as the only girl in that class, was picked to be the hostage, or the elf walking home alone, or the teller facing a bank robber. She tried to object that this was stereotyping, but the instructor replied that stereotypes were stereotypes for a reason, so get that blonde wig on. So when Artemis proposed that she allow herself to get caught, Holly took a bit of persuading. Now she was sitting tied to a wooden chair in a dark damp basement room, waiting for some human to come and torture her. The next time Artemis had a plan involving someone being taken hostage, he could play the part himself. It was ridiculous. She was a captain in her eighties, and Artemis was a fourteen-year-old civilian, and yet he was dishing out the orders and she was taking them. That's because Artemis is a tactical genius, said her sensible side. Oh, shut up, responded her irritated side eloquently. And then Billy Kong came into the room and proceeded to irritate Holly even further. He glided across the floor like a pale, hair-gelled ghost, circling Holly silently several times before speaking. 'Tell me something, demon. Can you peel off your face?' Holly met his eyes. 'With what? My teeth? Hands tied, moron.' Billy Kong sighed. Lately everyone under five feet seemed to think it was their prerogative to give him verbal abuse. 'You probably know I'm not supposed to kill you,' said Billy, teasing his hair into spikes. 'But I often do things that I'm not supposed to.' Holly decided to crack this human's confidence a little. 'I know that, Billy, or should I say, Jonah. You've done a lot of bad things over the years.' Kong took a step back. 'You know me?' 'We know all about you, Billy. We've been watching you for years.' This wasn't strictly true, of course. Holly knew no more about Kong than Foaly had told her. Perhaps she wouldn't have baited him if she'd known about his demon history. To Billy Kong, this simple statement was confirmation of everything Eric had told him. Suddenly the building blocks of his beliefs and understandings toppled and smashed beyond repair.

Everyone waited in silence while the three Dwarfs and two Badgers trotted stealthily across to the trees on the northwest side of the Lawn. Then came a sharp dwarfish cry, "Stop! Who goes there?" and a sudden spring. A moment later a voice, which Caspian knew well, could he heard saying, "All right, all right, I'm unarmed. Take my wrists if you like, worthy Badgers, but don't bite right through them. I want to speak to the King." "Doctor Cornelius!" cried Caspian with joy, and rushed forward to greet his old tutor. Everyone else crowded round. "Pah!" said Nikabrik. "A renegade Dwarf. A half-and-halfer! Shall I pass my sword through its throat?" "Be quiet, Nikabrik," said Trumpkin. "The creature can't help its ancestry." "This is my greatest friend and the saviour of my life," said Caspian. "And anyone who doesn't like his company may leave my army: at once. Dearest doctor, I am glad to see you again. How ever did you find us out?" "By a little use of simple magic, your Majesty," said the Doctor, who was still puffing and blowing from having walked so fast. "But there's no time to go into that now. We must all fly from this place at once. You are already betrayed and Miraz is on the move. Before midday tomorrow you will be surrounded." "Betrayed!" said Caspian. "And by whom?" "Another renegade Dwarf, no doubt," said Nikabrik. "By your horse Destrier," said Doctor Cornelius. "The poor brute knew no better. When you were knocked off, of course, he went dawdling back to his stable in the castle. Then the secret of your flight was known. I made myself scarce, having no wish to be questioned about it in Miraz's torture chamber. I had a pretty good guess from my crystal as to where I should find you. But all day - that was the day before yesterday - I saw Miraz's tracking parties out in the woods. Yesterday I learned that his army is out. I don't think some of your - um - pure-blooded Dwarfs have as much woodcraft as might be expected. You've left tracks all over the place. Great carelessness. At any rate something has warned Miraz that Old Narnia is not so dead as he had hoped, and he is on the move."

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"You tell us your story first," said Peter. "And then we'll tell you ours." "Well," said the Dwarf, "as you've saved my life it is only fair you should have your own way. But I hardly know where to begin. First of all I'm a messenger of King Caspian's." "Who's he?" asked four voices all at once. "Caspian the Tenth, King of Narnia, and long may he reign!" answered the Dwarf. "That is to say, he ought to be King of Narnia and we hope he will be. At present he is only King of us Old Narnians - " "What do you mean by old Narnians, please?" asked Lucy. "Why, that's us," said the Dwarf. "We're a kind of rebellion, I suppose." "I see," said Peter. "And Caspian is the chief Old Narnian." "Well, in a manner of speaking," said the Dwarf, scratching his head. "But he's really a New Narnian himself, a Telmarine, if you follow me." "I don't," said Edmund. "It's worse than the Wars of the Roses," said Lucy. "Oh dear," said the Dwarf. "I'm doing this very badly. Look here: I think I'll have to go right back to the beginning and tell you how Caspian grew up in his uncle's court and how he comes to be on our side at all. But it'll be a long story." "All the better," said Lucy. "We love stories." So the Dwarf settled down and told his tale. I shall not give it to you in his words, putting in all the children's questions and interruptions, because it would take too long and be confusing, and, even so, it would leave out some points that the children only heard later. But the gist of the story, as they knew it in the end, was as follows. THE place where they had met the Fauns was, of course, Dancing Lawn itself, and here Caspian and his friends remained till the night of the great Council. To sleep under the stars, to drink nothing but well water and to live chiefly on nuts and wild fruit, was a strange experience for Caspian after his bed with silken sheets in a tapestried chamber at the castle, with meals laid out on gold and silver dishes in the anteroom, and attendants ready at his call. But he had never enjoyed himself more. Never had sleep been more refreshing nor food tasted more savoury, and he began already to harden and his face wore a kinglier look. When the great night came, and his various strange subjects came stealing into the lawn by ones and twos and threes or by sixes and sevens - the moon then shining almost at her full - his heart swelled as he saw their numbers and heard their greetings. All whom he had met were there: Bulgy Bears and Red Dwarfs and Black Dwarfs, Moles and Badgers, Hares and Hedgehogs, and others whom he had not yet seen - five Satyrs as red as foxes, the whole contingent of Talking Mice, armed to the teeth and following a shrill trumpet, some Owls, the Old Raven of Ravenscaur. Last of all (and this took Caspian's breath away), with the Centaurs came a small but genuine Giant, Wimbleweather of Deadman's Hill, carrying on his back a basketful of rather sea-sick Dwarfs who had accepted his offer of a lift and were now wishing they had walked instead. The Bulgy Bears were very anxious to have the feast first and leave the council till afterwards: perhaps till tomorrow. Reepicheep and his Mice said that councils and feasts could both wait, and proposed storming Miraz in his own castle that very night. Pattertwig and the other Squirrels said they could talk and eat at the same time, so why not have the council and feast all at once? The Moles proposed throwing up entrenchments round the Lawn before they did anything else. The Fauns thought it would be better to begin with a solemn dance. The Old Raven, while agreeing with the Bears that it would take too long to have a full council before supper, begged to be allowed to give a brief address to the whole company. But Caspian and the Centaurs and the Dwarfs overruled all these suggestions and insisted on holding a real council of war at once. When all the other creatures had been persuaded to sit down quietly in a great circle, and when (with more difficulty) they had got Pattertwig to stop running to and fro and saying "Silence! Silence, everyone, for the King's speech", Caspian, feeling a little nervous, got up. "Narnians!" he began, but he never got any further, for at that very moment Camillo the Hare said, "Hush! There's a Man somewhere near." They were all creatures of the wild, accustomed to being hunted, and they all became still as statues. The beasts all turned their noses in the direction which Camillo had indicated. "Smells like Man and yet not quite like Man," whispered Trufflehunter. "It's getting steadily nearer," said Camillo. "Two badgers and you three Dwarfs, with your bows at the - ready, go softly off to meet it," said Caspian. "We'll settle 'un," said a Black Dwarf grimly, fitting a shaft to his bowstring. "Don't shoot if it is alone," said Caspian. "Catch it."

Five minutes later everyone was barefooted and wading in the cool clear water. "This is better than being in a stuffy train on the way back to Latin and French and Algebra!" said Edmund. And then for quite a long time there was no more talking, only splashing and looking for shrimps and crabs. "All the same," said Susan presently, "I suppose we'll have to make some plans. We shall want something to eat before long." "We've got the sandwiches Mother gave us for the journey," said Edmund. "At least I've got mine." "Not me," said Lucy. "Mine were in my little bag." "So were mine," said Susan. "Mine are in my coat-pocket, there on the beach," said Peter. "That'll be two lunches among four. This isn't going to be such fun." "At present," said Lucy, "I want something to drink more than something to eat." Everyone else now felt thirsty, as one usually is after wading in salt water under a hot sun. "It's like being shipwrecked," remarked Edmund. "In the books they always find springs of clear, fresh water on the island. We'd better go and look for them." "Does that mean we have to go back into all that thick wood?" said Susan. "Not a bit of it," said Peter. "If there are streams they're bound to come down to the sea, and if we walk along the beach we're bound to come to them." They all now waded back and went first across the smooth, wet sand and then up to the dry, crumbly sand that sticks to one's toes, and began putting on their shoes and socks. Edmund and Lucy wanted to leave them behind and do their exploring with bare feet, but Susan said this would be a mad thing to do. "We might never find them again," she pointed out, "and we shall want them if we're still here when night comes and it begins to be cold." When they were dressed again they set out along the shore with the sea on their left hand and the wood on their right. Except for an occasional seagull it was a very quiet place. The wood was so thick and tangled that they could hardly see into it at all; and nothing in it moved - not a bird, not even an insect. Shells and seaweed and anemones, or tiny crabs in rockpools, are all very well, but you soon get tired of them if you are thirsty. The children's feet, after the change from the cool water, felt hot and heavy. Susan and Lucy had raincoats to carry. Edmund had put down his coat on the station seat just before the magic overtook them, and he and Peter took it in turns to carry Peter's great-coat. Presently the shore began to curve round to the right. About quarter of an hour later, after they had crossed a rocky ridge which ran out into a point, it made quite a sharp turn. Their backs were now to the part of the sea which had met them when they first came out of the wood, and now, looking ahead, they could see across the water another shore, thickly wooded like the one they were exploring.

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