Chapter ten
At The Dragon’s RoostIf we imagined we had only to march up the shallow steps to the stoop and enter The Dragon’s Roost and join up with the expedition, we were quickly disappointed.
The obstacle stood, four square at the top of the steps, and glowered upon us.
He appeared to be apim, at least, through the hair that sprouted from every possible point, although his apimishness was not certain. His eyes, most merry and bright, belied the scowl twisting his hair-girt mouth. He showed uneven teeth, yellowed and missing biting chompers here and there, giving him a mouth like the side of one of Nelson’s frigates.
“Clear off! Schtump! We’ve had enough rascals like you to stuff a vosk pie for the feast of Beng Hravimond!”
Our clothes had been in a state of wreckage after our burni
