'I ought to have a proper title.' 'Your title is the Pretender to the----' 'I know,' she interrupted; 'but you forget you're speaking to a lady.
You can call me the Pretenderette.' Mr.Noah turned coldly from her and pressed two Roman candles and a box of matches into Philip's hand.
'When you have arranged your plans and are quite sure that you will be able to kill the dragon, light one of these.

We will then have a princess in readiness, and on observing your signal will tie her to a tree, or, since this is a district where trees are rare and buildings frequent, to a pillar.

She will be perfectly safe if you make your plans correctly.

And in any case you must not attempt to deal with the dragon without first lighting the Roman candle.' 'And the dragon will see it and go away.' 'Exactly,' said Mr.Noah.

'Or perhaps he will see it and not go away.
Time alone will show.