He clapped one hand on Silverfish's shoulder, and waved the other expansively.
'Can't you see it?' he said. He hesitated. Strange ideas were pouring into his head faster than he could think them. He felt dizzy with excitement and possibilities.
'Sword of Passione,' he said. 'That's what we'll call it. Not name it after some daft old bugger who's probably
not even alive any more. Sword of Passione. Yeah. A Tumultuous Saga of of Desire an' Raw, Raw, Raw wossname in the Primal Heat of a Tortured Continent! Romance! Glamour! In three Searing Reels! Thrill to the Death Fight with Ravening Monsters! Scream as a thousand elephants-'
'It's only one reel,' muttered Silverfish testily.
'Shoot some more this afternoon!' crowed Dibbler, his eyes revolving. 'You just need more fights and monsters!'
'And there's certainly no elephants,' snapped Silverfish.
Rock put up a craggy arm.
'Yes?' demanded Silverfish.
'If you've got some grey paint an' stuff to make the ears out of, I'm sure me an' Morry could-'
'No-one's ever done a three-reeler,' said Gaffer reflectively. 'Could be really tricky. I mean, it'd be nearly ten minutes long.' He looked thoughtful. 'I suppose if I was to make the spools bigger-'
Silverfish knew he was cornered.
'Now look here,' he began.
Victor stared down at the girl. Everyone else was ignoring them.
'Er,' he said, 'I don't think we've been formally introduced?'
'You didn't seem to let that stop you,' she said.
'I wouldn't normally do something like that. I must have been . . . ill. Or something.'
'Oh, good. And that makes me feel a lot better, does it?'
'Shall we sit in the shade? It's very hot out here.'
'Your eyes went all . . . smouldery.'
'Did they?'
'They looked really odd.'
'I felt really odd.'
'I know. It's this place. It gets to you. D'you know,' she said, sitting down on the sand, 'there's all kind of rules for the imps and things, they mustn't be worn out, what
kind of food they get, stuff like that: No-one cares about us, though. Even the trolls get better treatment.'
'It's the way they go around being seven foot tall and weighing 1,000 lbs all the time, I expect,' said Victor.
'My name's Theda Withel, but my friends call me Ginger,' she said.
'My name's Victor Tugelbend. Er. But my friends call me Victor,' said Victor.
'This is your first click, is it?'
'How can you tell?'
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