Moving pictures

And every one,except for the dog,who was sniggering,had his mouthopen.

The handleman's hand was still turning the handle. He looked down at it as if its presence was new to him, and stopped.

Dibbler seemed to come out of whatever trance he was in.

'Whoo-hoo,' he said: 'Blimey.'

'Magic,' breathed Soll. 'Real magic.'

Dibbler nudged the handleman.

'Did you get all that?' he said.

'Get what?' said Ginger and Victor together.

Then Victor noticed Morry sitting on the sand. There was a sizeable chip out of his arm; Rock was trowelling something into it. The troll noticed Victor's expression and gave him a sickly grin.

'Fink you're Cohen the Barbarian, do you?' he said.

'Yeah,' said Rock. 'There was no call to go callin' him wot you called him. An' if you're going to go doin' fancy swordwork, we're applyin' for an extra dollar a day Havin'-Bits-Chopped-Off allowance.'

Victor's sword had several nicks on the blade. For the life of him, he couldn't imagine how they had got there.

'Look,' he said desperately. 'I don't understand. I didn't call anyone anything. Have we started filming yet?'

'One minute I'm sitting in a tent, next minute I'm breathing camel,' said Ginger petulantly. 'Is it too much to ask what is going on?'

But no-one seemed to be listening to them.

'Why can't we find a way of getting sound?' said Dibbler. 'That was damn good dialogue there. Didn't understand a word of it, but I know good dialogue when I hear it.'

'Parrots,' said the handleman flatly. 'Your common Howondaland Green. Amazing bird. Memory like an elephant. Get a couple of dozen in different sizes and you've got a full vocal-'

That launched a detailed technical discussion.

Victor let himself slide off the camel's back and ducked under its neck to reach Ginger.

'Listen,' he said urgently. 'It was just like last time. Only stronger. Like a sort of dream. The handleman started to take pictures and it was just like a dream.'

'Yes, but what did we actually do?' she said.

'What you did,' said Rock, 'was gallop the camel up to the tent, leap off, come at us like a windmill-'

'-leapin' on rocks and laughin'-'said Morry.

'Yeah, you said to Morry, "Have at you, you Foul Black Guard," ' said Rock. 'And then you caught him a right ding on the arm, cut a hole in the tent-'

'Good sword work, though,' said Morry appraisingly. 'A bit showy, but pretty good.'

'But I don't know how to-' Victor began.

'-and she was lying there all longgrass,' said Rock. 'An' you swept her up, and she said-'

'Long grass?' said Ginger weakly.

'Languorous,' said Victor. 'I think he means languorous.'

'-she said, "Why, it is the Thief of : . . the Thief of . . . " ' Rock hesitated. 'Dad's Bag, I think you said.'

'Bagged Dad,' said Morry, rubbing his arm.

'Yeah, an' then she said, "You are in great danger, for my father has sworn to kill you", and Victor said "But now, o fairest rose, I can reveal that I am really the Shadow of the Dessert-" '

'What's languorous mean?' said Ginger suspiciously.

'An' he said, "Fly with me now to the casbah", or something like that, an' then he gave her this, this, thing humans do with their lips-'

'Whistle?' said Victor, with hopeless hope.

'Nah, the other thing. Sounds like a cork coming out of a bottle,' said Rock.

'Kiss,' said Ginger, coldly.

'Yeah. Not that I'm any judge,' said Rock, 'but it seemed to go on for a while. Definitely very, you know, kissy.'

'I thought it was going to be bucket-of-water time myself,' said a quiet canine voice behind Victor. He kicked out backwards, but failed to co

'And then he was back on the camel and dragged her up and Mr Dibbler shouted "Stop, stop, what the hell's going on, why won't anyone tell me what the hell's going on," ' said Rock. 'And then you said "What happened?" '

'Don't know when I last saw swordplay like that,' said Morry.

'Oh,' said Victor. 'Well. Thank you.'

'All that shouting "Ha!" and "Have at you, you dog". Very professional,' said Morry.

'I see,' said Victor. He reached sideways and grabbed Ginger's arm.

'We've got to talk,' he hissed. 'Somewhere quiet. Behind the tent.'

'If you think I'm going anywhere alone with you-'she began.

'Listen, this is no time to start acting like-'

A heavy hand settled on Victor's shoulder. He turned, and saw the shape of Detritus eclipsing the world.

'Mr Dibbler doesn't want anyone ru

'You're a real pain, you know,' said Victor. Detritus gave him a big, gem-studded grin. [13]

'Mr Dibbler says I can be a vice-president,' he said proudly.

'In charge of what?' said Victor.

'Vice-presidents,' said Detritus.

Gaspode the Wonder Dog made a little growling sound at the back of his throat. The camel, which had been idly staring at the sky, sidled around a bit and suddenly lashed out with a kick that caught the troll in the small of the back. Detritus yelped. Gaspode gave the world a look of satisfied i

'Come on,' said Victor grimly. 'While he's trying to find something to hit the camel with.'

They sat down in the shade behind the tent.

'I just want you to know', said Ginger coldly, 'that I have never attempted to look languorous in my life.'

'Could be worth a try,' said Victor, absently.

'What?'

'Sorry. Look, something made us act like that. I don't know how to use a sword. I've always just waved it around. What did you feel like?'

'You know how you feel when you hear someone say something and you realize you've been daydreaming?'

'It was like your own life fading away and something else filling up the space.'

They considered this in silence.

'Do you think it's something to do with Holy Wood?' she said.

Victor nodded. Then he threw himself sideways and landed on Gaspode, who had been watching them intently.

'Yelp,' said Gaspode.

'Now listen,' Victor hissed into his ear, 'No more of these hints. What is it that you noticed about us? Otherwise it's Detritus for you. With mustard.'

The dog squirmed in his grip.

'Or we could make you wear a muzzle,' said Ginger.

'I ain't dangerous!' wailed Gaspode, scrabbling with his paws in the sand.

'A talking dog sounds pretty dangerous to me,' said Victor.

'Dreadfully,' said Ginger. 'You never know what it might say.'

'See? See?' said Gaspode mournfully. 'I knew it'd be nothing but trouble, showin' I can talk. It shouldn't happen to a dog.'

'But it's going to,' said Victor.

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Trolls' teeth are made of diamond.