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“My Dad says not to mix with folk like her,” said Fred. There was a general shuffling in Fred’s direction. The children in the bushes glanced back and forth between the two of them, trying to pick a horse to back. He may have been on the rotund side, but once he picked up enough momentum it was like having a steamroller after you, and whilst his fingers looked all the world like his father’s pork sausages, they made a mean fist. “She’s not playing with us,” Fred growled.įred was bigger than the rest of them, older too. You get to hiss at people and do cunning schemes, but you always lose in the end on account of being evil.” Everyone’s a goblin, first time they play. “You want to play, right? You have to be a goblin though. “Why not?” Dylan turned back to the girl. “Just give it up, alright?” his friend said. It was his squire, otherwise known as Fred Carson, the butcher’s son. “That’s King Dylan, to you,” Dylan said, turning to face the dissenting bush dweller. Generally, this game had less talking and more running around and screaming.

Even if they are little girls.”Ī few more heads were popping up now, craning to see who was there and what the delay was. I’m the King so you has to do as I says, and I says no dirty little goblins can come in the village. “You can’t come past here till you prove you’re a good guy. The King did not know big words and chose to ignore this. “Then it would seem that we are at an impasse.” “Oh dear,” said the girl, all big eyes and innocent expression. “Exactly,” said the King, nodding sagely.

“I take it that a goblin would also say that they weren’t, in fact, a goblin?” But that’s because goblins is the master of disguise, right?” “That’s exactly what a goblin would say!” “Ah-ha!” the King declared, raising one finger to indicate that the girl had been got. You had to assert your authority if you wanted to stay King for very long.Īppeased, the bushes were quiet once more. “Silence, peasant!” the King shouted, certain at least that shouting things like that was still part of the game, even if other events were quickly running away from him. “It ain’t an ambush if you tell them,” it managed to say before a hand reached up and pulled it back under.

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The face was grubby and the hair was full of twigs. There was a groan from the bush and a head popped out. “Well,” the King said, fearing that he was losing his grip of the situation, “in that case, everyone jumps out and chases you back to the river.” “No no no.” The King shook his head at the girl. There was a rustling in the bushes behind them. It had seemed a straightforward enough question.

“I’m the King, ain’t I?” The boy puffed up his chest in indignation. It was perfect for climbing and the thickest branch dipped in just the right place to form a seat directly above the path. Now it was a twisted and gnarled thing, bent over like an old man. Long before either of them had been born a storm had done its best to uproot it, but the tree was an obstinate one and it had refused to give up its claw-like grip on the earth. The little girl looked up at the boy sat in the tree. And - for today at least - it was all his. Behind him, the copse thinned until it met the road that would take you back to the village, but before him was the arena of countless battles, the base camp of every perilous expedition, a land of untold adventure. The wilderness spread out before him - a boy’s paradise of twisting dirt tracks webbed with ancient tree roots, full of shady hollows and secret hideaways. The King sat on his throne, legs swinging in the afternoon sun.