Free Mr Badger and the Magic Mirror by Leigh Hobbs

CHAPTER 8
    Danger Lurks
    A fter they had cleaned away the crumbs, the three friends returned to the moat. Algernon fetched the little boat again and they all hopped in, bobbing along on the water.
    â€˜Not afraid of the dark, I hope?’ whispered Sir Cecil, switching on his torch. ‘I don’t believe in wasting electricity, and anyhow, a bit of dark and the odd surprise can make a journey more exciting.’
    While Sir Cecil and Mr Badger sat up the front, Algernon confidently took charge and steered the boat into a channel beneath the castle.

    â€˜I come here to relax,’ said Sir Cecil, flashing his torch about. ‘Explore, sit and think, or just chat with Algernon.’
    As the boat gently moved through the tunnel, Mr Badger admired a series of different displays. They were lit by tiny lights as well as the occasional beam from Sir Cecil’s torch.
    â€˜Made them myself,’ said Sir Cecil proudly, pointing at the various scenes. ‘All plaster, wood and papier-mâché. Frighteningly realistic, aren’t they?’

    Mr Badger noted that each scene was like a shop-window display: here, some reindeer caught in mid-leap; there, a scene in the Swiss Alps with papiermâché mountain climbers. Yet another scene showed some ancient cavemen. There were some cavewomen, too. And nearby was a family of sweet little gnomes sitting outside their toadstool house.
    â€˜Quite a mixture,’ he said, impressed.
    Even though Mr Badger appreciated the gnomes outside their toadstool house, one gnome with a curled lip left him feeling uneasy – and his instincts were proven correct for, sure enough, as they passed, this particular gnome leapt off the toadstool and hissed, then bared its razor-sharp teeth.

    While Mr Badger was alarmed at first, neither Algernon nor Sir Cecil took any notice, so Mr Badger followed their example and settled back to enjoy the ride. The boat continued to move gently on its journey along the channel beneath the castle.
    Suddenly, out of the darkness leapt a hideous creature with long webbed feet. Green and slimy scales covered its body, and devil-like horns protruded from an awful head. It snarled, revealing rotten yellow fangs.

    â€˜Take no notice,’ said Sir Cecil. ‘I’m sure its bark is worse than its bite.’
    Raising his eyebrows, Mr Badger did as requested and looked the other way.

    It was a horrifying sight.
    His eyes had barely adjusted to the dark again when, without any warning, an even more terrifying sight presented itself right in front of him. It was a ghost, with eyes glowing red and a body white and shimmering. Emitting a horrible howl, it lurched towards Sir Cecil and a startled Mr Badger.
    â€˜Oh, do move along, please,’ requested Sir Cecil, brushing past the phantom. ‘Now I must show you my sailing ship, Mr Badger.’
    They continued on their tour for quite some time in peace after that, unaware that they were to be disturbed once more…

It was a small but nasty pirate.
    This was a very short pirate, but a pirate nonetheless, with disgusting teeth and greasy hair pulled back into an untidy pigtail. One eye – no doubt lost in a sword fight – was covered with a patch.

    On the pirate’s head sat a big black hat with skull and crossbones, just like Mr Badger had seen in his pirate books, while in the middle of a nasty, mean face sat a cruel and evil smile.
    â€˜Move it, measly scum!’ said the rude pirate, waving the cutlass menacingly. ‘I’ll have you walking the plank, down, down deep into the shark-infested waters below.’

    It was a long way down, and Mr Badger couldn’t swim.
    Mr Badger looked over the side. It certainly was a long way down, and he was scared of heights.
    â€˜I beg your pardon,’ replied Sir Cecil Smothers-Carruthers, as cool as a cucumber. ‘We’ll be doing no such thing.’
    Mr Badger wondered if their luck had run out, for this