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“We don’t have time for story telling. If
it’s true that this man has the sword, you know what that means and
you know it means we need to act quickly.
    Fear has a warehouse from which
he does his dodgy deals, trading in stolen artefacts, art, rare
breed animals et cetera; basically, anything you might want to get
your grubby little hands on but shouldn’t. One of his clients, a
very well-known and once wealthy man couldn’t fulfil his debt and
so last week Fear sent some of the boys round to the ancestral pad
to loot enough items to cover the outstanding debt. They’re hardly
a cultured lot and they have no real idea as to what it is they’ve
got their hands on.”
    “So you’re asking me to turn
petty part-time jewel thief to get back the sword. Why’s this
beyond your own boys, Morgan?”
    “You know that the sword’s
enchanted. If my boys recover it then they’ll weaken to its power;
probably use it to kill everything in sight. You’re one of the few
strong enough to resist its Pagan magic what with your whole, ‘I’ve
got a friend in God’ thing.” She smiled and rolled her eyes.
    “And what’s he got that you
think I might possibly want?” She smiled, knowing she was about to
lay down her trump card. She looked at Blake, pouted and licked her
lips, building the drama, “He’s got your brother.”
    For the first time since I’d
known him, I saw the Blake that lived on the inside. His face
faltered. Confused, his speech came out unsteady, “I’m not sure…”
he paused, searching for understanding, “I’m not sure I
understand.”
    “Leo’s nothing more than a
puppet on his string, a thug for hire; Fear’s got him robbing
grannies for their pension, punching the girlfriends of debtors,
hooking young girls on crack to expand the business empire.”
    “How…?” Blake was in too much
shock to string together his sentence.
    “Well it’s not for the money is
it? Our wealth is infinite and he’s not easily brought with pretty
things, unless they’re wearing a skirt.”
    “Then why?”
    “He’s got your brother hooked
on crack.” She sounded almost triumphant, “Mummy and Daddy would be
so proud.”
    At that moment I wanted to go
over to her and punch her right in the middle of her smug,
sympathetic smile. I looked back at Blake’s whose earlier shock had
turned to a seething anger. Every muscle in his body was tensed,
his hands curled into fists, his breathing deep and laboured and I
thought for one minute that he was going to go right up to Morgan
and do what I wanted to do but daren’t. Instead he spat out his
venom in words,
    “Fine, it would seem I have no
choice but to do what you want. As for my brother, I’ll bring him
home, house him at the monastery until this…. this madness passes.
You’ll have the sword in your hands by the end of the month,” Blake
turned to leave calling after him, “and next time just send me a
text rather than this… spectacle .”
    “I always was one for putting
the magic back into a romance, Blake.” She winked, raising her
goblet.
    He stopped at the entrance
turning back, his eyes flaming, “And one last thing - if you ever,
ever mention my mother and father again then fear for your little
black heart, bitch, because I’ll not hesitate on ripping it out
with my bare hands.”
    The boys on the door suddenly
sprang to life, pulling their swords.
    “Down boys! He’s armless,” she
called out from within her tent. Her laughter filled the air. As we
left, we could just hear her shout out, “By the way Blake, she’s
really quite enchanting….. if you like that type.” Her laughter
rose again.
    Within a short distance of the
pavilion, Blake managed to get a signal on the mobile but before he
could end his conversation with the recovery service I’d passed
out.
    *
    When I woke the next morning,
it was in the comfort of my own bed. I had no recollection of how
I’d arrived home and the last sensible memory I had was getting
changed