‘Take them that piece over there.’ Des interrupted his recollections. ‘Hurry, hurry, hurry. Look at all this great stuff Pigme.’
‘That’s not enough, nowhere near enough.’ Pigme stood beside the furnace. His was the sixth name out of the seven master demons, James noted. ‘Look I’ve got to make all of that as well.’
On the floor, resting on slats, lay the beginnings of a badge the size of a dustbin lid. The image on the left side, beautifully sculpted into the glass, was that of a white dragon. So, this is the crest, thought James.
‘Use this for the black one,’ said Des. ‘Go on, Maggot, give it to him.’ He nudged James, indicating that he wanted him to present the shard of glass.
‘Oh yes, that will do nicely, but I need more for the ring of thorns. Then we need to make the sculptures shoulders bigger and stronger. I just need more, understand?’
How much more fantastic could this darn thing be? wondered James.