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You’ve got a good man there,’ she said. ‘The way he always rescues you every time. If I was being dragged off by mad trolls my ole man wouldn’t say a word except to ask where I wanted my clothes sent.’
‘My husband the pipe smoker authoritatively.
A space cleared around them. Ginger and Victor saw a thousand expectant faces watching them.
‘They think we’re real,’ moaned Ginger. ‘No‑one’s doing anything because they think you’re a hero, for gods’ sake! And we can’t do anything! This Thing is bigger than both of us!’
Victor stared down at the damp cobblestones. I wouldn’t get out of his chair if I was being et by dragons,’ said the thin woman. She gave Ginger a gentle prod. ‘But you want to wear more clothes, miss. Next time you’re taken off to be rescued, you insist they let you take a warm coat. I never see you on the screen without thinking to myself, she’s temptin’ a dose of ‘flu, going around like that.’‘Where’s ‘is sword?’ said the child, kicking its mother on the shin.‘I expect he’ll be off to fetch it directly,’ she said, giving Victor an encouraging smile.‘Er. Yes,’ he said. ‘Come on, Ginger.’ He grabbed her hand.‘Give the lad room,’ shouted