"I've never seen Mr. Crepsley with a hangover," I laughed. "What's he like?"
"Like a... what do the humans say? A gorilla with a sore head?" Paris coughed into a fist - he'd been coughing a lot lately - then smiled. "But it will do him good. Larten takes life too seriously sometimes."
"What about you?" I asked. "Do you want to go?"
Paris pulled a sour face. "A mug of ale would prove the end of me. I shall take advantage of the break by lying in my coffin at the back of the Hall and getting a full day's sleep."
"Are you sure? I can stay if you want."
"No. Go and enjoy yourself. I will be fine."
"OK." I hopped off my throne and made for the door.
"Darren," Paris called me back. "An excessive amount of alcohol is as bad for the young as for the old. If you are wise, you will drink in moderation."
"Remember what you told me about wisdom a few years ago, Paris?" I replied.
"What?"
"You said the only way to get wise was to get experienced." Winking, I rushed out of the Hall and was soon sharing a barrel of ale with a grumpy, orange-haired vampire. Mr. Crepsley gradually cheered up as the night progressed, and was singing loudly by the time he reeled back to his coffin late the following morning. I COULDN'T understand why there were two moons in the sky when I awoke, or why they were green. Groaning, I rubbed the back of a hand over my eyes, then looked again. I realized I was lying on the floor, staring up at the green eyes of a chuckling Harkat Mulds. "Have fun last night?" he asked.
"I've been poisoned," I moaned, rolling over on to my stomach, feeling as though I was on the deck of a ship during a fierce storm.
"You won't be wanting boar guts and... bat broth then?"
"Don't!" I winced, weak at the very thought of food.
"You and the others must have drained... half the mountain's supply of ale last night," Harkat remarked, helping me to my feet.
"Is there an earthquake?" I asked as he let go of me.
"No," he said, puzzled.
"Then why's the floor shaking?"
He laughed and steered me to my hammock. I'd been sleeping inside the door of our cell. I had vague memories of falling off the hammock every time I tried to get on. "I'll just sit on the floor a while," I said.
"As you wish," Harkat chortled. "Would you like some ale?"
"Go away or I'll hit you," I growled.
"Is ale no longer to your liking?"
"No!"
"That's funny. You were singing about how much you... loved it earlier. 'Ale, ale, I drink like a whale, I am the... Prince, the Prince of ale'."
"I could have you tortured," I warned him.
"Never mind," Harkat said. "The whole clan went crazy... last night. It takes a lot to get a vampire drunk, but... most managed. I've seen some wandering the tunnels, looking lik-"
"Please," I begged, "don't describe them." Harkat laughed again, pulled me to my feet and led me out of the cell, into the maze of tunnels. "Where are we going?" I asked.
"The Hall of Perta Vin Grahl. I asked Seba about cures... for hangovers - I had a feeling you'd have one - and he said... a shower usually did the trick."
"No!" I moaned. "Not the showers! Have mercy!"
Harkat took no notice of my pleas, and soon he was shoving me under the icy cold waters of the internal waterfalls in the Hall of Perta Vin Grahl. I thought my head was going to explode when the water first struck, but after a few minutes the worst of my headache had passed and my stomach had settled. By the time I was towelling myself dry, I felt a hundred times better.