'Dwarfs would like to hear what's been happening in Uberwald and Copperhead,' said Goodmountain, stroking his beard.
'It takes nearly a week for a coach to get there from here!' said William.
'So? It's still news.'
'I suppose we couldn't use the clacks, could we?' said Sacharissa.
'The semaphore towers? Are you mad?' said William. 'That's really expensive!'
'Well? You were the one who was worried we had too much money!'
There was a flash of light. William spun around.
A... . thing occupied the doorway. There was a tripod. There was a pair of skinny, black-clad legs behind it and a large black box on top of it. One black-clad arm extended out from behind the box and was holding a sort of small hod, which was smoking.
'Nice vun,' said a voice from behind the box. The light vas shinink so good off the dvarf's helmet, I could not resist it. You vanted an iconographer? My name is Otto Chriek.'
'Oh. Yes?' said Sacharissa. 'Are you any good?'
'I am a vizard in zer darkroom. I am experimenting all the time,' said Otto Chriek. 'And I have all my own eqvipment and also a keen and positive attitude!'
'Sacharissa!' hissed William urgently.
'We could probably start you at a dollar a day--'
'Sacharissa!'
'Yes? What?'
'He's a vampire!'
'I object most stronkly,' said the hidden Otto. 'It iss such an easy assumption to believe that everyvun with an Uberwald accent is a vampire, is it not? There are many thousands of people from Uberwald who are not vampires!'
William waved his hand aimlessly, trying to shrug off the embarrassment. 'All right, I'm sorry, but--'
'I am a vampire, as it happens,' Otto went on. 'But if I had said "Hello my cheeky cock sparrow mate old boy by crikey" vot vould you have said zen, eh?'
'We'd have been completely taken in,' said William.
'Anyvay, your notice did say "vanted", so I thought it vas, you know, affirmative action,' said Otto. 'Alzo, I have zis...' A thin, blue-veined hand was held up, gripping a small twist of shiny black ribbon.
'Oh? You've signed the pledge?' said Sacharissa.
'At the Meeting Rooms in Abattoirs Lane,' said Otto triumphantly, 'vhere I attend every veek for our big singsong and tea and a bun and wholesome conversation on themes of positive reinforcement keeping off the whole subject of bodily fluids by strict instruction. I am not any longer any stupid sucker!'
'What do you think, Mr Goodmountain?' said William.
Goodmountain scratched his nose. 'It's up to you,' he said. 'If he
tries anything with my lads he'll be looking for his legs. What's this pledge?'
'It's the Uberwald Temperance Movement,' said Sacharissa. 'A vampire signs up and forswears any human blood--'
Otto shuddered. 'Ve prefer "zer b-vord",' he said.
'The b-word,' Sacharissa corrected herself. The movement is becoming very popular. They know it's the only chance they've got.'
'Well... okay,' said William. He was uneasy about vampires himself, but turning the newcomer down after all this would be like kicking a puppy. 'Do you mind setting up your stuff in the cellar?'