red eyes appeared in the darkness.
âYouâre not scaring me with your big pretend eyes, Karny,â taunted Dirk, peering into the darkness. âKarny?â He walked towards the red lights.
âTurn around, Mountain Dragon,â said the voice threateningly. âYou are not welcome.â
Dirk sprang into action. He darted forward, past the two false eyes, and raised himself on to his hind legs, drawing his claws.
âYouâre not Karnataka,â he said.
Behind the wall was a Shade-Hugger, all right, with his brown back and caramel belly, but it wasnât Karnataka. He was thinner than Karny, with large fearful eyes. In a lilting voice he said, âPlease donât hurt me.â
âWhereâs Karnataka?â demanded Dirk. âWho are you?â
âMy nameâs Grendel Sheving. Iâm Karnyâs cousin. I came down from the Midlands to visit but heâs nothere. Are yow with the Dragnet?â
âDo I look like a Drake?â said Dirk. The Dragnet was the dragon police force. Its officers were Drab-Nosed Drakes â wingless dragons with big bellies and short tails. âWhere has he gone?â
âHeâs legged it. The Dragnet have a warrant out for his arrest. Iâm looking after the place while heâs away,â said the dragon, gazing up at the rows of statues. âItâs a bit over the top, but itâs a lot more spacious than my place under Dudley. I could get used to this.â
Dirk could think of a whole string of reasons why the Dragnet might be after Karnataka, but he had always figured that Karny was too smart, or too slippery, to get found out.
Grendel limped out from behind the voice projector and whispered, âThere are mutterings of a Kinghorn revolt. Thereâs a new captain at Dragnet and heâs arresting half the dragon world on suspicion of being Kinghorns.â
âHow do you know all this?â
âEveryone knows,â replied Grendel. âWhere have yow been? Theyâre filling up the cells with suspects. The Council have been called.â
The Dragon Council was made up of the six oldest living dragons, all of whom were very old and extremelyforgetful. As Dragon Law required all six councillors for a trial to take place, accused dragons often waited years for their cases to come up, while the councillors came and went, forgetting where they were supposed to be or what they were supposed to be doing.
âWhat have they got on Karny?â asked Dirk.
âI donât know, but heâs hardly got a clean slate, has he? Heâs a Cuddlums all right.â
âA what?â said Dirk.
âOh, has he never told you his surname? He prefers all this Karnataka the Great, Karnataka the Brave.â Grendel laughed. âKarnataka Cuddlums doesnât quite have the same ring, does it? Yes, trouble runs on that side of the family. Yow know what happened to Elsinor?â
âKarnataka told me, yes,â said Dirk.
Karnatakaâs brother, Elsinor, had been accused of attacking a remote human village in Romania several years ago. The incident had made the human press, but most right-minded humans had dismissed it as nonsense, knowing full well that dragons donât exist.
âWhat about you? Looks like youâve been in the wars,â Dirk said, indicating Grendelâs limp.
âOh, this, itâs nothing,â said Grendel, sitting down.
âI donât suppose you have been leaping around thecity recently, have you?â asked Dirk, reading the Shade-Hugger for any signs of guilt.
âBreaching the forbidden divide? No way, matey,â replied Grendel, a look of fear in his eyes. âI donât want to join them Cuddlumses in the Inner Core.â
Elsinor had protested his innocence to the bitter end, but that hadnât stopped the Council finding him guilty and sending him on the last journey he would ever make, to the edge of the Outer Core, then