Nanny raced up some stairs, a couple of vampires at her heels. They were hampered because they hadn’t got to grips with not being able to fly, but there was something else wrong with them as well.

“Tea!” one screamed. “I must have…tea!”

Nanny pushed open the door to the battlements. They followed her, and tripped over Igor’s leg as he stepped out of the shadows.

He raised two sharpened table legs.

“How d’you want your thtaketh, boyth?” he shouted excitedly, as he struck. “You thould have thed you liked my thpiderth!”

Nanny leaned against the wall to get her breath back.

“Granny’s somewhere here,” she panted. “Don’t ask me how. But those two were craving a cup of tea, and I reckon only Esme could mess up someone’s head like that—”

The sounds of the doorknocker boomed around the courtyard below. At the same time the door at the other end of the battlements opened. Half a dozen vampires advanced.

“They’re acting very dumb, aren’t they,” said Nanny. “Give me a couple more stakes.”

“Run out of thtaketh, Nanny.”

“Okay, then, pass me a bottle of holy water…hurry up…”

“None left, Nanny.”

“We’ve got nothing?”

“Got’n orange, Nanny.”

“What for?”

“Run out of lemonth.”

“What good with an orange do if I hit a vampire in the mouth with it?” said Nanny, eyeing the approaching creatures.

Igor scratched his head. “Well, I thuppothe they won’t catch coldth tho eathily…”

The knocking reverberated around the castle again. Several vampires were creeping across the courtyard.

Nanny caught a flicker of light around the edge of the door. Instinct took over. As the vampires began to run, she grabbed Igor and pulled him down.

The arch exploded, every stone and plank drifting away on an expanding bubble of eyeball-searing flame. It lifted the vampires off their feet and they screamed as the fire carried them up.

When the brightness had faded a little Nanny peered carefully into the courtyard.

A bird, house-sized, wings of flame wider than the castle, reared in the broken doorway.