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sent men on ahead to liaise with regiments in the London area.’
    ‘What are they going to do?’ Jonah wanted to know.
    ‘Oh, keep an eye on where the Night Creatures are. Try to stop them spreading out into the streets –
if
they can! Crowd control, so that people don’t get hurt. That sort of thing.’
    ‘Talking of people getting hurt – I’ve been thinking that people might get badly burnt, if they get in the dragons’ way.’
    ‘Well, we must just work at roof level and only in streets that have been cleared. Our Colonel is on his way to London right now. He will be working with the Army and the police to keep people away from dangerous areas.’
    Jonah nodded. A sudden thought struck him. ‘There’s something important I ought to ask Ffyrnig. Good thing Iremembered. Could you just hang on a sec? You’ll need to know this.’
    Sam looked at him enquiringly but Jonah just dashed off towards Ffyrnig, who was looking around happily as he swallowed the last piece of a very large side of pork.
    ‘Now that’s what I call a real meal,’ he said, licking his lips and sighing with enjoyment.
    ‘Talking about meals,’ Jonah said, ‘how often do you all need to eat? Will you need more food when we get to London or will you wait until we get back here? Because if you want meat when we are up in London, I’ll have to ask the captain to make arrangements.’
    Ffyrnig nodded. ‘Oh, I’m glad you asked, Jonah! I hadn’t thought about that.’
    Jonah raised an eyebrow. ‘You hadn’t thought about food? That’s a first!’
    Ffyrnig chuckled. ‘I’ve had other things on my mind. Mordiford, mainly. And, of course, I haven’t had to worry about getting my own meals since I woke up this time. Thanks to you, Jonah,’ he added silkily, inclining his great head.
    Jonah grinned. ‘You can cut out the flannel, Ffyrnig. You know very well that we’d rather feed you than have you all flying about, doing it your way.’
    ‘Well, the meals so far have been excellent, I must say. Of course, when we are hibernating, we hardly feed at all. On the odd occasions that anything tasty strayed into my cavern, I would usually rouse and then I’d eat. But we can go for years and years without food.’
    ‘Really? Why don’t you die?’
    Ffyrnig shrugged. ‘It’s a dragon thing.’
    ‘But will you all need to feed in London?’
    ‘Yes, I think we should. It takes a lot of energy to produce the sort of firepower that we are going to need upthere. And then there are the flights to London and back. You won’t want us to just flap gently along. We’ll really have to push ourselves and fly at speed.’
    ‘Right. I’ll let Sam know.’

Chapter 7
GETTING SORTED
    Sam said he would pass on the message to the troops who were going to London by helicopter.
    ‘They will make all the arrangements for bringing in enough meat, as soon as they get there.’
    ‘Where will they feed them all?’ Jonah asked, and indicated the beasts filling up the helicopter field. ‘Will the soldiers in London realise what a lot of room they take up?’
    Sam rubbed his chin. ‘Probably not. I’d better suggest somewhere to them. Erm – Green Park? No, Hyde Park would be better, I think. There’s a good open space near the Serpentine that would do nicely.’
    ‘Oh, that’s cool. The wyrms’ll feel at home by a lake. Especially when it’s called after them!’
    ‘Now, we worked out a plan of attack with the Archangel,’ Sam went on. ‘So far, St Paul’s Cathedral is under the greatest threat. There are hundreds of demons around it, apparently. Saint Michael suggested that, instead of splitting up, all nine dragons fly directly to the cathedral. That way, there will be a massive surge of firepower and we shall have a much better chance of clearing the Night Creatures out with just a couple of sweeps.’
    ‘How will we know when to go on to the next target?’
    ‘Oh, Saint Michael will be with us all the time after we reach St Paul’s,