8 Grom’s Workshop

CHAPTER 8

Grom's Workshop Lucas, Clara, and Ruskin zigzagged across the rocks of the burping bog. Then they jumped into their saddles. Rain poured down as they galloped across the bridge to Primlox. They left the horses in a public stable and boarded a ship to Hobsgrove. The castle on Hobsgrove had one tower. Steam swirled from a smokestack on the side of it. "Grom's workshop is up there," Lucas said, pointing. They hurried toward the tower. Clara tried the latch on the door.

"It's locked," she said. "No problem," Lucas said. "Watch this." Lucas clapped his hands twice. Immediately, Ruskin stood on his hind legs and rested his front claws on the

door. He lined his mouth up with the lock. Then he flicked his forked tongue inside the keyhole. The lock clicked and the door swung open. Ruskin squawked.

"Good boy!" praised Lucas, patting his dragon on the head. "What a great trick!" Clara said. "Thanks," said Lucas. "We've had lots of time to work on it with all this rain." They crept inside the cold, dimly lit tower and shut the door. Then they walked up the winding staircase before them. Around and around they went as they climbed the stairs to the top of the tower. The door to the workshop was open. Lucas peeked inside. "Nobody's here," he whispered. "Phew!" said Clara.

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