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The King shook his head. “I haven’t had a prisoner for years.”

“EEERGH!!” went the dungeon.
“Rats?” asked the Queen.

“I doubt it,” said the King.
“YAROOOWLL!!” went the dungeon.

“Spiders?” wondered Fifi.

“Somehow I don’t think so,” said the King.
“ROARGH!!” went the dungeon.

“Ghosts?” said Bella the maid, with a gulp.
“Ooh! Could be!” said the King. “Someone must go in and find out. Wizard?

You’ve got a ghost. You know all about them.”

“My ghost doesn’t make horrible noises!” protested Wizard Watchit.
“Doesn’t matter,” said the King. “This is a job for a wizard. In you go.”

“Sorry, just remembered,” gabbled Wizard Watchit. “I left the cauldron on. I’ll
have to go and see to it.” He hurried away to his tower and hid under the bed.

“Maybe this isn’t a job for a Wizard,” said the King. “But it certainly isn’t a job
for a King. This is a job for.…”

He looked around. The Queen, Fifi, Bella and Jack all looked away.

“.…for a Guard,” finished the King.
“Bother!” muttered Jack.

“Guard! Go and search the dungeon,” the King ordered.
“Wait a minute,” said Jack. “I need to get something first.”

Jack ran to the hall and opened the cupboard under the stairs. They kept a small

dragon there for lighting fires. Tucking the sleepy dragon under his arm, he returned
to the King.

“I’m ready,” he said. “Open the dungeon door!”
Slowly the door creaked open.

The inside of the dungeon was as black as a beetle. It smelt old and cold and

damp.
Jack tiptoed inside.

“Fire, please, dragon,” he whispered.
The dragon yawned. A small flame slipped from its mouth, and lit up some of

the dungeon; but not the shadowy corners. Jack couldn’t see anything that might have
made the horrible noise.