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“Great Scott! It’s ... ''Robin Hood''!” mouthed the sell-siders, in awe and wonder. | “Great Scott! It’s ... ''Robin Hood''!” mouthed the sell-siders, in awe and wonder. | ||
But — and this is true of all archetypical mythologies, readers, so don’t be disheartened — as the timid little sell-side negotiator stood, wide-eyed, the wondrous spell sparkled and crackled in the air, but it did not seem to stop the relentless advance. Eventually it faded away to a dispersing vapour. “Oh — oh ''dear''.” The poor little sell-side negotiator quailed, defenceless out there in front of her ramparts, beyond the safety of her city walls, as, from the darkened forest, monstrous | But — and this is true of all archetypical mythologies, readers, so don’t be disheartened — as the timid little sell-side negotiator stood, wide-eyed, the wondrous spell sparkled and crackled in the air, but it did not seem to stop the relentless advance. Eventually it faded away to a dispersing vapour. “Oh — oh ''dear''.” The poor little sell-side negotiator quailed, defenceless out there in front of her ramparts, beyond the safety of her city walls, as, from the darkened forest, monstrous buy-side warriors swaggered towards her. | ||
“Expecto — ''oh'' – ahh” | “Expecto — ''oh'' – ahh” | ||
“Expecto ''what''?” snarled the great bear-man. | |||
“Um — ah — nothing,” | “Um — ah — nothing,” said the little negotiator, in a voice all the more frightful for its frailty. | ||
“Trouble us nae with thy amateur hokey pokey!” The | “Trouble us nae with thy amateur hokey pokey!” The warrior roared. “Yi’ll nae stop the mighty hedgers wi’ a weedy concoction like ''tha’''. Now let’s take that harmless wee lockie and put it back taegither, and we shall pretend this did no’ happen, aye?” | ||
And with that, the ogre scooped up the damp fragments at the negotiator’s feet and, | And with that, the ogre scooped up the damp fragments at the negotiator’s feet and, demonstrating a power altogether more terrifying than anything one could do with a broadsword, he waved his great, meaty fingers over the shreds nestling in his palm ''and they magically knitted themselves back together''. | ||
The warrior leveled his great, green eyes to regard | The warrior presented the [[margin lock-up]] to the negotiator and leveled his great, green eyes to regard her. “This is yours, I believe. Now, my young friend. What was ye saying about ye standing for nae lockup?” | ||
But where the little sell-sider had been was a curlicue of disturbed dust. | But where the little sell-sider had been standing was a curlicue of disturbed dust. The hedge-warrior roared. | ||
“Come, on Bill,” said | “Come, on Bill,” said he, kicking over the footmarks. “Our work here is done.” | ||
But his comrade paused. | But his comrade — a smaller man, though no less fierce — paused for a moment. There was something in his eyes. Some fear; some forbidden knowledge that, perhaps all was ''not'' quite said and done, on this barren combat-ground. That there was more magic, that might intervene in the relations between the hedge-folk and their bankers. | ||
Bill | The great bear shook his comrade. “Bill? Bill! Are you ''awreet'' man?” | ||
He joined his colleague on the march back to the line of trees, but his hands | Bill looked around nervously, and knew even then that they would be lucky to see out the night. “Aye, Melvin, aye, tha’ Ah am. Awreet.” | ||
He joined his colleague on the march back to the line of trees, but his velvet cloak, hid trembling hands. | |||
<center>''Later that month''</center> | <center>''Later that month''</center> |