“Don’t be like that. It’s Colonel Mormont’s journal.”

“Who is Colonel Mormont?” asked Senta.

“He explored all across Mallon more than ten years ago. He wrote all about velociraptors and iguanadons and loads of other animals. He wrote about the lizzies too.”

“The only soldier I care about is Major Frisbee,” said Senta. “He makes damn fine chutney.”

“We don’t use that word in this house,” said Honor.

“Chutney?”

“The d-word.”