IGNATIUS GRIPPED MY WAIST WHEN we spotted it, leaning forward for a better look. Along the ridgeline, standing tall and proud, appeared to be a massive army of centaurs. From here, they looked real. Our army made sounds of approval before all gazes turned to the valley floor; would it work?

Another rumble of sound rolled out developing into the roar of hundreds of thousands of voices in unison.

'AHHH KA MATE, KA MATE, KA ORA, KA ORA.'

My jaw dropped and I twisted ...