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Diabolical Islands and Mordred and his cronies were planning to join them and raise an army to invade Avalon, and on top of all that, it looked like the dragons might be looking for a fight, but Merlin thought better of it and said they were probably right and everything was just wonderful.

Meanwhile, back at one of the other meanwhiles, Mordred, the fifteenth Lord Laclustre of Laclustre, and Captain Shortbread Silver followed Culvert, Prince of Clapshamshire, 21 across the Prince’s seaweed, up his beach, over his small round rocks, past his prickly thistles, over his fence and into his field where his three fine horses, Beryl, Feryl and Blodwyg greeted them with delighted whinnies and very bad breath from eating nothing but grass and the occasional prickly thistle.
    â€˜Hello, my fine beauties!’ said Culvert. ‘Come stand by this convenient rock so that we three may climb onto your three backs and be carried home to Castle Culvert.’
    These horses were just horses. They were not magic horses that could fly or speak or run like the wind. They could, however, understand every single word their master said and they could think, and what Beryl thought was, Sod off. We are very happy here inthis field of lovely, tasty grass and don’t actually want to go to the castle.
    On the other hand, Feryl thought, Yeah, you want to go to the castle, then go. We’re staying here.
    Yes, with the thistles, Blodwyg added.
    Blodwyg was not very bright.
    So the three horses refused to go anywhere near the convenient rock and as they were very big horses and the three humans all had rather short legs, there was no way to get onto their backs.
    â€˜You know what?’ said Culvert, as the rain began to crash down as it usually does in the bleak highlands. ‘It’s a lovely day, why don’t we walk? ’Tis but a short three-hour stroll.’
    The short three-hour stroll was actually a muddy scramble up jagged ravines, across racing torrents of freezing water and through a forest of giant blood-sucking thistles which, strangely, were the national emblem of the area, and the three hours actually took all day. As night fell, so did the three travellers. Luckily they found a cave to crawl into for the night, for that night was so dark they could not have travelled any further. It was so dark that you couldn’t see your handin front of your face and Mordred had a panic attack.
    â€˜HELP!’ he cried. ‘My hands have fallen off.’ 22
    If you are lost in a cold, deserted place, a cave is usually a good place to seek shelter. This was not one of those caves. There was more water dripping from the roof than there was rain falling outside. Luckily because it was so dark, the travellers couldn’t see the colour of the water until the next morning when they had all been stained a sort of been-dead-for-a-week-zombie-green colour. In the back of the cave there was a family of hedgehogs hibernating. Their seven hundred and fourteen fleas, however, were not hibernating and decided humans were much nicer to eat than hedgehogs.
    Apart from the slime hanging from the walls, which was not only nourishing but tasted just like bacon, it was not a good night. They set off at daybreak, then, realising how early it was, returned to the cave and set off again two hours later, by which time the day had broken so badly that they wished they had stayedon the beach. The rain was now filled with hailstones. Not nice round ones that just cover you with bruises, but sharp pointy ones, like shards of glass, that actually drew blood.
    â€˜I have never seen or heard of weather such as this,’ said Captain Shortbread Silver and the others agreed.
    What none of them realised was that the fleas, the skin-staining water and the razor hail were all created by Merlin, whose sole purpose was to make the three of them as miserable as possible.
    They were and they did. Their tempers grew shorter and shorter until, as they