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paid them any attention when they jumped, or in Gaspode’s case plopped, down from the carriage.
‘All evening in some stuffy pit ain’t my idea of a good night out,’ muttered Gaspode. ‘This is the big city. This ain’t Holy Wood. You stick by me, pup, and you’ll be all right. First stop, the back door of Harga’s House of Ribs. They know me there. OK?’
‘Good boy Laddie!’
‘Yeah,’ said Gaspode.

‘Look at what it’s wearing!’ said Victor.
‘Red velvet of very expensive chocolates.
Or a nightmare. Victor half expected to hear the roar of the sea, to see drapes fall away with a smear of black slime.
‘Oh, gods,’ he repeated.
‘What’s the matter with you?’ said Ginger, grinning fixedly at the line of civic dignitaries waiting to be introduced to them.jacket with gold frogging,’ said Ginger out of the corner of her mouth. ‘So what? A pair of trousers would have been a good idea.’‘Oh, gods,’ breathed Victor.They stepped into the brightly‑lit foyer of the Odium.Bezam had done his best. Trolls and dwarfs had worked overnight to finish it.There were red plush drapes, and pillars, and mirrors.Plump cherubs and miscellaneous fruit, all painted gold, seemed to cover every surface.It was like stepping into a box