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    â€˜Iggy! We need to go!’
    Oosha put a finger to her lips. ‘I go first. Let me do talk. Goodbye, Iggy.’ She kissed him lightly on his muddy cheek and was gone. Iggy turned to find the other two sniggering helplessly and glared at them. Hubba had rather overdone the disguise so that he looked like he’d crawled out of a bog. Worse still was Snark, whose furs rattled like a biscuit tin every time he moved. There was no time to worry now – Oosha was already speaking to the guards. Iggy and the others followed behind, trying not to look like three muddy Urks intent on escape. Oosha was talking in her own language. Iggy had no idea what she was saying but the guards roared with laughter and turned to look at them.
    â€˜ Ulaaga! ’ they said, beckoning them forward. Iggy held his breath.
    â€˜I tell them you my sisters,’ whispered Oosha.
    One of the guards was eyeing Hubba. ‘ Oogla ,’ he said to his friend, shaking his head.
    â€˜ Ay ay. Oogla boogla ,’ agreed the other.
    Oosha tapped her head to explain that her sisters were not very bright. The guards laughed again and stepped aside to let them pass.
    â€˜We made it,’ murmured Hubba as they hurried on by.
    â€˜Just keep walking,’ said Iggy. ‘And don’t look back.’
    They had gone only a few steps when they heard a horrible sound.
    RIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
    Iggy’s heart sank. He turned round to see Snark looking down in horror. There was a gaping hole in his furs through which dozens of firestones were spilling out.
    â€˜Oops!’ said Snark.
    The guards glared at him and saw the trail of muddy red footprints on the ground.
    They raised their spears. ‘ ATTAGA! ’
    Iggy looked at Hubba. There was only one thing to do and it was the thing that Urks did best – they ran.

Chapter 9
    Saving Snark
    I ggy slowed to a halt and leaned against a tree trunk.
    â€˜You think . . . we lost them?’ he panted.
    â€˜Must have,’ said Hubba.
    They stood for a minute, bent over and gasping for breath, too exhausted to speak. Hubba hadn’t run this fast since the time that girl Uglips tried to kiss him. The angry shouts they’d heard earlier seemed to have died away. With any luck their pursuers had given up the chase. Iggy looked up, struck by a worrying thought.
    â€˜Where’s Snark? I thought he was with us!’
    Iggy put a hand to his head. This was terrible. In the panic of their escape he’d forgotten all about Snark.
    â€˜What if they caught him?’ he said.
    â€˜He can look after hisself,’ said Hubba. ‘Anyway, what can we do?’
    Iggy met his eyes.
    â€˜No,’ said Hubba. ‘Forget it. Let’s go.’
    He turned and marched off through the trees in the rough direction of home. After a minute he stopped and looked back. Iggy hadn’t moved.
    â€˜IGGY!’ groaned Hubba.
    â€˜We can’t just leave him!’ said Iggy.
    â€˜It’s Snark!’ said Hubba. ‘He’s a noggerhead! You reckon he’d go back for us?’
    Iggy shook his head. ‘That’s not the point. I still have to try and help him.’
    â€˜You’re mad! Stark, staring mad. They’ll kill you!’
    â€˜Maybe,’ said Iggy. ‘If you don’t want to come, just say.’
    â€˜I don’t want to come,’ said Hubba.
    â€˜Fine. I’ll go by myself.’
    â€˜Right. Good luck!’
    Hubba sighed deeply. At times like this he wished he’d picked someone else as his best friend – someone who enjoyed, say, collecting birds’ eggs.
    By the time they reached the Henna camp a fierce red sun was setting in the west. Iggy remembered Oosha had said that the feast would begin when Shani, the Sun god, slept. The two Urks crept down the mountainside and hid behind some rocks where they could watch from a safe distance. The Henna tribe were standing still as statues, their faces turned towards