Chapter Thirteen
‘No,’ said Dad. His voice was flat.
‘How is this battle up to Dance?’ Mum winced at the look Dad gave her. ‘Ransom, you have an idea to help Luar. Explain it, and quickly.’
Ransom shrugged. ‘That’s pretty much it. Monsters versus pirates.’
‘Unless our pirates are particularly fond of dancing, it’s not going to work,’ said Dad. He sounded relieved.
I stood in silence as the Heest’s fear shook the walls, sending tinkling lines of ice to smash on the floor. Someone has to say the truth out loud. ‘Dad, we haven’t finished moving our food supplies, and there isn’t enough anyway. You know we can’t fight, unless you and Ellie plan to battle them alone with those swords you’ve been hiding. The Heest at least look scary. Do you have a better idea?’
Dad clamped his hands on Ra
