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From downstairs, there came a crash. 'Fix that window,' Bernice told the dwarves, meeting<br />
Moody's eyeline for a moment. 'I must just see what my cat's getting up to.'<br />
Wolsey, as Bernice got to the bottom of the stairs, was actually doing a cartwheel down the dinner<br />
table, at the end of which he leapt off and kicked a Grel in the chest, sending him flying backwards.<br />
Half of the many Grel in the room turned to look at Bernice, and she suddenly realized that<br />
she was unarmed and almost completely unprepared for this.<br />
Two of them rushed at her.<br />
She grabbed a frying pan that had been hanging on the kitchen wall and pointed it at them like<br />
a gun. 'Stop!' she roared. 'Or be atomized!'<br />
The Grel stopped, unsure – as Bernice had bet on – of anything in their environment at that<br />
moment.<br />
'But that's just a frying pan . . .' murmured Wolsey.<br />
The Grel looked at him. Then back at Bernice, who glowered at her cat.<br />
'Sorry!' Wolsey slapped his own forehead. 'I see what you were trying to do now . . .'<br />
The Grel leapt at Benny again.<br />
She swiped the first one aside with the frying pan. The other one slashed at her with its axe.<br />
Gashing her across her arm.<br />
The cut swelled with blood. She dropped the frying pan. 'I can be hurt!' she cried in excitement.<br />
Then her face froze. 'Bugger, I can be hurt!'<br />
The Grel raised its axe over its head to deliver the knockout blow, but Wolsey leapt at it and<br />
chopped the haft of its axe in two with one singing swish of his sword. He shoved the unarmed<br />
Grel away into a corner, where it gathered with its fellows for a final rush that would at least drive<br />
Bernice and Wolsey back up the stairs, if not overwhelm them altogether.<br />
'Hold on to me, Dick,' muttered Wolsey through clenched teeth.<br />
'I beg your pardon?' said Bernice.<br />
They braced themselves for the onslaught.<br />
And then, from outside the cottage, a trumpet sounded.<br />
The Grel Master poked his head through the doorway of the cottage and shouted to his troops.<br />
'New fact: A large body of troops is approaching! Leave this place and hide!'<br />
Hooting in urgency, and casting dark squiddy glances over their shoulders at Bernice and<br />
Wolsey, the Grel gathered up their weapons and injured comrades and ran for the door.<br />
Slowly, the dwarves and Candy trooped down the stairs behind the two friends.<br />
'They stopped trying to get in upstairs,' Moody reported. 'They're running off into the forest.'<br />
They all sat down on the steps, gazing at the wreckage of the kitchen.<br />
'At least the place doesn't look so neat any more,' said Laddish.<br />
'Good cat,' said Bernice, hugging Wolsey's arm. From outside, the trumpet sounded again, this<br />
time much closer. 'Come on, let's see who's come to our rescue.'<br />
Outside the cottage stood a small army. Bernice and the others staggered out of the door and<br />
stared at it in the morning sunlight, the massed armour of the mounted soldiers reflecting silver<br />
and gold. At the head of the column of knights, with their banners and lances, sat a young, square<br />
jawed man with squarely cut, bright blond hair. On top of the hair sat a crown. He stared at Bernice<br />
as she stepped into the sunlight, his mouth open in amazement. 'Why –' he breathed.<br />
'She's–'<br />
'Not on top form at the moment, actually. We would invite you in . . .' Bernice gestured to the<br />
cottage. 'But the place is such a mess.'<br />
'She's –'<br />
Bernice was trying to pay attention to the young man. For one thing, he looked very familiar,<br />
as were a number of his fellow knights, and she was having trouble placing them. But something<br />
else was demanding her attention. Namely, that from the column of elegantly groomed and muscular<br />
horses, a very different animal, without rider or braid, had detached itself, and had<br />
wandered up to her, looking at her expectantly. This horse was small, grey and shabby-looking,<br />
totally unlike all the others. It seemed to be trying to communicate something to her in its stare.<br />
Bernice was about to at least find it a sugar lump when the man at the front of the column fin-