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couple of animated versions when she was a child, but they had differed from each other on vital<br />
details. It was probably fortunate that they were trapped in such a flexible genre. If this world had<br />
been based on Shakespeare's sonnets, for example, they'd have been theeing and thussing for<br />
ever, without any leg room at all. Wolsey forged ahead of the party. He turned around. 'It's getting<br />
dark in here.'<br />
'That's all right,' Candy called, fishing in her pockets. 'I'm carrying a torch.'<br />
'No surprises there,' muttered Bitchy.<br />
The dame pulled a thick piece of wood from her voluminous dress and slapped it in the palm of<br />
her hand. 'Wait a moment. Ah. There!' She flicked a piece of bark from one position to another,<br />
and the torch burst into flame.<br />
The party carried on down the tunnel. Bernice was certain that Wolsey was trying to ignore<br />
her, until he slowed down slightly and murmured to her. 'Bernice . . . I'm new at seeing this<br />
strange world of mine from the outside, as you do, but doesn't it occur to you that this is<br />
somehow a . . . strange experience?'<br />
'Strange? In what way?'<br />
'Not sure. I thought you would know. Forget it.'<br />
He moved on. Bernice was considering his words when he stopped suddenly. 'Oh my . . .' he<br />
purred. 'I think you'd better all come and have a look at this.'<br />
The others pushed forward. They'd come to the edge of a large cavern. A narrow pathway led<br />
across it to a door on the far side. On all sides of the cavern, however, were strewn piles of glittering<br />
jewels, gems and valuable baubles of all kinds. There were many fortunes of them, lying in<br />
heaps, apparently discarded, glittering in the flickering light of the torch.<br />
'Bagsee the tiara,' said Bitchy, diving forward.<br />
'Stop.' Bernice caught the dwarf by her collar and pulled her back into the group. 'So this little<br />
lot has been sitting around, unguarded, at the end of a short tunnel, for a very long time without<br />
anybody ever taking it?'<br />
'Stranger things have happened,' said Lazy, shrugging. 'Like that business with the transvestite<br />
wolf.'<br />
'He was a cross-dressing wolf who was only expressing himself as a predator,' muttered Liberal.<br />
'It wasn't your granny that he ate!' huffed Laddish. 'OK, so it wasn't mine either, but –'<br />
'Quiet!' snapped Bernice. 'The long and the short of it . . .' She caught Moody's eye. 'I mean,<br />
the point of it is: we cross the bridge without touching any of the easily accessible riches.<br />
Agreed?'<br />
They all mumbled terse agreement. Wolsey stepped aside and Bernice led them across.<br />
Surprisingly, they made it to the other side. A short stretch of darker corridor followed and<br />
then they found themselves suddenly . . .<br />
Outside.<br />
No, Bernice realized, they weren't outside. They were in an area where ruddy stormclouds<br />
appeared to sweep overhead, purple ones below, billowing about their feet. Firestorms and<br />
streaks of lightning split the air with fearsome flashes. The effect was quite disorientating, and<br />
Wolsey instinctively fell on to all fours. Bernice half expected him to vanish into the clouds around<br />
their feet, but thankfully he found support. He was standing on a series of piled stones, arranged<br />
like stepping stones across a river. Bernice glanced over her shoulder. The others were bravely<br />
standing at the entrance, waiting to see what happened to the two of them. 'It's all right,' she<br />
called. 'These are just illusions, designed to scare us away or make us fall. Keep to the stone<br />
pathway and you'll be fine.' Through the clouds ahead, she could just about glimpse an archway in<br />
the far wall.<br />
'Illusions, eh?' Wolsey murmured. He pulled up an object from beneath the clouds, something<br />
he'd obviously found on the walkway, and pointed it at Bernice. 'So what's this, and where did it<br />
come from?'<br />
Bernice raised her hands. 'Wolsey, that is what we call a dirty great gun. Please don't press or<br />
squeeze anything.'<br />
Wolsey turned it away from her, gazing at it, an intense expression on his face. 'It speaks to<br />
me of my former life.'