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Chapters (36)
  1. The Last Dragonslayer
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. Practical Magic
  5. Tiger Prawns
  6. Zambini Towers
  7. About the Mystical Arts
  8. The Magiclysm
  9. Mother Zenobia
  10. The Dragon Question
  11. Patrick and the Childcatcher
  12. Norton and Villiers
  13. Mutiny
  14. William of Anorak
  15. Brian Spalding – Last Dragonslayer
  16. The Dragonlands
  17. Maltcassion
  18. Gordon van Gordon
  19. The Truth about Mr Zambini
  20. Big Magic
  21. His Majesty King Snodd IV
  22. Yogi Baird
  23. Foundling Trouble
  24. The Duke of Brecon
  25. Dragon Attack
  26. Mr Hawker
  27. Maltcassion again
  28. Sir Matt Grifflon
  29. Escape from Zambini Towers
  30. Back to the Dragonlands
  31. Noon
  32. Anger
  33. The New Order
  34. The End of the Story
  35. About the Author
  36. Also by Jasper Fforde

‘Indeed. Back rent, back electricity bills, gas bills, rates, you name it. Three hundred years’ worth.’

‘I’ve only been here two days.’

Hawker – and the King’s advisers, presumably – had already thought of that.

‘As Dragonslayer you are legally responsible for yourself and the previous members of your calling. The Kingdom has been generous for many years, but feels now that circumstances have changed.’

He looked at me with a smile.

‘You owe us 97,482 moolah, and forty-three pence.’

I patted my pockets, drew out some change and handed it to the debt collector, who wasn’t laughing.

‘Now how much do I owe you?’

‘I think you fail to appreciate the seriousness of the situation, Miss Strange. I have a warrant for your arrest if you do not pay the monies owed. Failure to pay will result in you being jailed for debt.’

He obviously meant it. I could only assume that the King thought a brief stay in jail would make me more compliant. But I wasn’t about to be arrested just like that. I asked Mr Hawker to wait and called Gordon to fetch the accounts. Brian Spalding had said we had funds available in the bank.

‘How long do I have to pay?’

The debt collector smiled and one of his heavies started cracking his knuckles.

‘We’re not totally devoid of a sense of fair play,’ replied Hawker with a gloat. ‘Ten minutes.’

‘Well?’ I said to Gordon, who had returned with the bank statements.

‘Not too good, ma’am,’ he said. ‘It seems we have a fraction under two hundred moolah.’

‘Oh dear,’ said Hawker. ‘Officers, arrest her.’

The policemen stepped forward but I raised a hand.

‘Wait!’

They stopped.

‘I thought you said I had ten minutes?’

Hawker gave a rare smile and checked his watch.

‘Think you can raise a hundred thousand in, let’s see . . . eight minutes?’

I thought quickly.

‘Well,’ I replied, ‘actually, I rather think I can.’

Maltcassion again

Maltcassion again

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