9
Max and Milo watched the dwarfs ride away. They had promised to be in Busby Stoop in three days’ time.
“It will be a long, tiresome journey,” said Hodgenock.
“I know you're not planning to leave without me,” said Knoxby, approaching them.
“I was just coming to get you,” smiled Hodgenock.
“What's that about Busby Stoop?” asked Knoxby.
The elder dwarf wants to meet with us,” said Max.
Knoxby nodded and clapped his hands together. “Pickled boars' feet.”
Milo gagged. “Pickled what?”
Hodgenock and Max glanced at one another and burst with laughter. “I had the same reaction,” said Max, placing a hand on Milo's shoulder.
“You've never had pickled boars' feet either?” asked Knoxby, surprised. “You're in for a treat. The harpy makes the best pickled feet around.”
“No thanks,” said Milo
