‘What about weapons?’ she said. 'I shouldn’t think there’d be any anti-vampire stuff in a vampire’s castle, would there?’
'Why, thertainly,’ said Igor.
'Ath much ath you want. The old marthter wath very keen on that. When we had vithitorth ecthpected, he alwayth thed, “Igor, make thertain the windowth are clean and there'th lotth of lemonth and bitth of ornament that can be turned into religiouth thymbolth around the plathe.” He enjoyed it when people played by the ruleth. Very fair, the old marthter.’
'Yeah, but that’d mean he’d die, wouldn’t it?’ said Nanny. She opened a cupboard and a stack of wrinkled lemons fell out.
Igor shrugged. 'You win thome, you lothe thome,’ he said. 'The old marthter uthed to thay’; “Igor, the day vampireth win all the time, that'th the day we’ll be knocked back beyond return.”