Chapter 34
Geoffrey wriggled on his stake. If he could distract Provo, he could get the cheese to say something that might help Brocc defeat him.
“You omitted this part from your plans,” Geoffrey said. “You didn’t say anything about the desert Cube!”
“I told you what you needed to know,” Provo said. “Now shut up and let me finish.”
Provo roared, and the white grains charged. The air filled with clashing steel and the quaking sound of hundreds of footsteps across the sand.
“But the Cube—how will you use it?” Geoffrey asked.
“I’ll use it as a death ray.”
“But you can’t hold a Cube. It would … disintegrate you upon contact.”
“What!”
Provo clicked off the megaphone and stomped over to Geoffrey. “Why didn’t you tell me that?”
Geoffrey tensed. He felt the stake loosen beneath his legs.
