Chapters (36)
- The Last Dragonslayer
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Practical Magic
- Tiger Prawns
- Zambini Towers
- About the Mystical Arts
- The Magiclysm
- Mother Zenobia
- The Dragon Question
- Patrick and the Childcatcher
- Norton and Villiers
- Mutiny
- William of Anorak
- Brian Spalding – Last Dragonslayer
- The Dragonlands
- Maltcassion
- Gordon van Gordon
- The Truth about Mr Zambini
- Big Magic
- His Majesty King Snodd IV
- Yogi Baird
- Foundling Trouble
- The Duke of Brecon
- Dragon Attack
- Mr Hawker
- Maltcassion again
- Sir Matt Grifflon
- Escape from Zambini Towers
- Back to the Dragonlands
- Noon
- Anger
- The New Order
- The End of the Story
- About the Author
- Also by Jasper Fforde
‘William of Anorak,’ said William of Anorak, offering a grubby hand and adding quickly: ‘The Magna Carta was signed in 1215 at the bottom, just below where it says: “all who agree, sign here”.’
He turned back to a coal truck and started to scribble a number in a dirty notebook held open by an elastic band.
‘I need to know where to find the last Dragonslayer,’ I said following him down the row of coal trucks.
‘I was last asked that question twenty-three years, two months and six hours ago. The only fish that begins and ends with a “K” other than the Killer Shark is the King-sized portion of haddock.’
‘And what was your answer?’
‘The record number of pockets in a single pair of trousers is nine hundred and seventy-two. Only three had zippers, and the combined loose change was enough to buy a goat at 1766 prices. Four hundred moolah, please.’
‘Four hundred?’ I repeated incredulously. My only possession was my Volkswagen Beetle, and it was barely worth a tenth of what he was asking.
‘Four hundred moolah,’ replied William of Anorak firmly, ‘in cash. The secretions of the ultra-rare Desert Shridloo are said to have remarkable properties. The other remarkable thing about a Desert Shridloo is that it doesn’t live in the desert.’
‘Do you have to keep on reeling off useless facts?’
‘Unfortunately so,’ replied William of Anorak, adjusting his glasses, ‘I have over seven million facts in my head and if I don’t repeat them to myself in order I run the risk of forgetting them completely. Milton wrote Samson Agonistes. Would you like to hear it?’
‘No thanks,’ I said hurriedly. ‘Who was it who said: “Never commit anything to memory you can’t look up?”’
‘It was Albert Einstein and I see your point, yet I am as much a victim of my own powers as those who have the misfortune to stay in my company. You have been here over five minutes; that is better than most. Most people prefer carpooling when other people do it, and the average number of pips in a tangerine is 5.368.’
‘I have no money,’ I implored, ‘not even a twenty-moolah note. But to know the answer to my question I will gladly give you everything I possess.’
‘Which is? An anagram of Moonlight is thin gloom, and the average Troll can eat fifteen legs at one sitting.’
‘A 1958 Volkswagen Beetle with an MOT that expires next week, a few books and half a piano.’
William of Anorak looked up and stopped scribbling in his pad.
‘The most favourite boy’s name is James; the least favourite is Gzxkls. How can you have half a piano?’
‘It’s a long story, but basically I’m a musical duet penfriend with another foundling in San Mateo.’
He continued to stare at me.