Their eyes, once again, turned to the dankness of the pond. Then Colon stared at Nobby. Then Nobby, very slowly, unbuckled his helmet.
'There isn't someone still in there, is there?' said Carrot, behind them.
They looked around. He hoicked some mud out of an ear. Behind him the remains of the brewery smouldered.
'I thought I'd better nip out quickly, see what was going on,' he said brightly, pointing to a gate leading out of the yard. It was hanging by one hinge.
'Oh,' said Nobby weakly. 'Jolly good.'
'There's an alley out there,' said Carrot.
'No dragons in it, are there?' said Colon suspiciously.
'No dragons, no humans. There's no one around,' said Carrot impatiently. He drew his sword. 'Come on!' he said.
'Where to?' said Nobby. He'd pulled a damp butt from behind his ear and was looking at it with an expression of deepest sorrow. It was obviously too far gone. He tried to light it anyway.
'We want to fight the dragon, don't we?' said Carrot.
Colon shifted uncomfortably. 'Yes, but aren't we allowed to go home for a change of clothes first?'
'And a nice warm drink?' said Nobby.
'And a meal,' said Colon. 'A nice plate of…'
'You should be ashamed of yourselves,' said Carrot. 'There's a lady in distress and a dragon to fight and all you can think of is food and drink!'
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