none too gently. She sat up, all her necklaces and bracelets clinking. âWhat are you doing here?â she asked sleepily.
âWeâve come to rescue you!â James said angrily.
âWhat from?â she said, stretching and yawning.
âFrom the dragon!â Ben said.
âOh, I donât need rescuing,â Sarah said. âThereâs no need to be scared of the dragon. Heâs a great big pussycat. Look at all the presents heâs given me.â Sarah waved her jewelled hands around, showing them an array of golden-haired dolls, and a number of pink and white silk dresses hanging in a gilded white wardrobe. Beside the bed was a silver table with a plate of little pink iced cakes and a crystal jug of strawberry milk on it. Sarah loved strawberry milk.
âHe thinks Iâm a real princess,â Sarah went on. âHe wants to adopt me and keep me here. Heâs lonely, poor darling.â
âHe canât adopt you, youâve already got a family,â James cried indignantly.
âOh, I know,â Sarah said. âBut itâs been rather fun pretending I really am a princess, at least until I convince him to take me home. If I hadnât, he might have eaten me, you know. Iâm sure he wouldnât have been so nice to me if I had told him I was just an ordinary girl, and not a princess at all.â
âYou mean you are not a princess?â a huge, deep, gruff voice suddenly boomed out, fiery light blooming all around them. âYou have been deceiving me?â
CHAPTER NINE
The boys all flung themselves down on the floor, but Sarah just smiled up at the dragon and said, âWell, all little girls are princesses, arenât they?â
The dragon hissed. Sparks shot past them. Everyoneâs hair blew back, and the pink eiderdown fluttered madly. Ben took a deep breath and pulled out his magic wand. âLeave us alone, else Iâll . . . Iâll turn you into a cane toad!â
The dragon laughed and waved one claw. The wand in Benâs hand burst into flame. Ben shrieked and dropped it. To his dismay it fell away in a shower of ashes. He looked back up at the dragon and waited to be fried.
The dragon did not flame him, though. It said, quite nicely, âSilly little boy. Iâve eaten the most powerful wizards that ever existed. If you werenât so skinny, Iâd probably eat you too.â
For the first time ever, Ben was glad he was skinny.
âWhy have you disturbed my sleep?â the dragon roared.
âWe had to come and get Sarah back,â Ben said.
âHer mum is so upset. And itâs all my fault. Because I said the spell wrong. We never meant for you to come and take her.â
âI suppose you wanted to steal my treasure?â the dragon said angrily. With each great gusting breath, flames spurted from its mouth so that shadows leapt and gibbered all round the huge cave. Tim pressed closer to Ben.
âWell, yes,â Ben said. âBut only because I wanted to have enough money to buy a big house with a big garden so I can have a dog. I wasnât going to take much.â
âThatâs what they all say,â the dragon complained.
Ben stared at it suspiciously.
âStealing my treasure is all anyone ever wants. No-one ever comes to visit me. Iâm a perfectly respectable dragon. I really only eat humans occasionally. Contrary to what you imagine, humans are not very tasty. Give me a nice fat elephant any day. Why, you little puny things are just a crunch and a swallow, and then youâre gone. Hardly worth the effort.â
âIâm sorry,â Ben said, not sure what else to say.
âItâs not your fault,â the dragon said quite kindly. âYou canât help being so scrawny. At least you can talk. I get so bored here, guarding my treasure, day after day, century after century. Thereâs not much to amuse a dragon these days, you know. No dragon