It was brilliant leading a commando raid. Pyrgus was wearing full camouflage fatigues with a helmet sporting so much greenery than it looked like a vegetable patch. His face was painted in olive and brown stripes. But that wasn’t the really good bit. The really good bit (as he wriggled on his stomach through the undergrowth) was that there were twenty heavily armed men right behind him, all tough as nails, all ready to lay down their lives for the mission.
And every one of them called him sir.
‘Freeze!’ Pyrgus ordered in a whisper.
‘ Sir! ’ they snapped in whispered unison; and froze. It was so, so cool.
He wished Nymph could see him now.
Or maybe not. He raised his head carefully above the level of the grass to discover he was still lost. The problem was that crawling on your stomach changed your whole perspective. Things that looked one way when you were standing up looked completely different when you were lying down and peering through a shrub. But what was he to do? He couldn’t just march his men down the main avenue of the Ogyris Estate. This was a raid, not a frontal attack. You didn’t mount a frontal attack with twenty men, no matter how tough they were.
Besides which, a frontal attack would start a war and they’d only just averted one now Blue was back to stop the Countdown. But at least Mr Fogarty and Madame Cardui hadn’t called off the raid. So Pyrgus got to lead twenty men.
He hadn’t told them they were lost, of course. Wouldn’t want them demoralised so early in the mission. Besides, he had to concentrate on meeting up with Nymph. How good was that? The Forest Faerie had agreed to send some people and Nymph was leading them. Blue back safe, no war, he was leading twenty men and going to meet up with Nymph again. Life could not get better than this.
He was about to bring his head down and press on regardless when he caught a glint of something from the corner of his eye. He swung his head round. Water! It was sunlight glinting on water. The lake! If they got to the lake, he could find his bearings eventually. He was bound to. He’d been able to follow the lakeside path even in pitch darkness, so daylight had to be a doddle, even crawling.
‘Left turn!’ he hissed, and swung himself round.
‘ Sir! ’ his men responded and fell in behind him.