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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 buyside warriors swaggered towards her.
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?
“Expecto ''what''?” snarled the great bear-man.


“Um — ah — nothing,” she said, in a voice that was all the more frightful for its meek insignificance.
“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 nearest one 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?”
“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, in a demonstration of power altogether more terrifying than anything one could do with a broadsword, he waved his great, meaty fingers over the shreds on the palm of his great  hand ''and they magically knitted themselves back together''.  
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 negotiator. “Now, my young friend. What was ye saying about ye standing for nae lockup?”
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 the great warrior of the hedge-people, kicking over the footmarks. “Our work here is done.”
“Come, on Bill,” said he, kicking over the footmarks. “Our work here is done.”


But his comrade paused. He feared that, perhaps the work was not done. That there was more magic, that might intervene in the relations between the hedgefolk and their bankers. “Bill? Bill! Are you awreet man?”
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 looked around nervously, and knew even then that they would be lucky to see out the night. “Aye, Melvin, aye. Awreet.”  
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 trembled beneath his cloak.
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>

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