“It
shouldnae take too long for the boats tae land,” said Deplorium to Truman and
Borium as he lit some fires on the strand. “Let me dae the negotiatin’,
understand? Sometimes the right price is no easy tae command.”
“What
happens if you don’t get the right price?” asked Borium. “A good few groats is
all well and nice; but if my life is at stake, I care not to dice.”
“Yes, how
can you guarantee that we won’t be harmed?” asked Truman. “We will definitely
be outnumbered and we’re totally unarmed.”
“Ye’re a
right pair o’ fearty cats,” sighed Deplorium. “It’s only wi’ each other that
there’s sometimes spats. Most o’ the time they jist come for what they need,
but ye do get those that are bent oan greed. I have ma regulars an’ the
occasional scum, but ah only trade for a decent sum.”
“Get ready
to earn some groats,” said Borium. “I think I’ve spotted a number of boats.
Looks like eight, maybe nine.”
Deplorium
looked to the sea. “Ah can only see three. Yer eyesight must be better than
mine.”
“Perhaps we
should kill the fires,” suggested Truman. “The light has been seen by your
buyers.”
“We’ll have
tae wait till they’re closer tae the beach,” responded Deplorium. “It’s an
agreement we have an’ ah will not breach.”
Just as the
boats arrived at the shore
They heard
the sound of horses and a huge uproar
“It’s the
laird an’ his men, we have tae leave now!” yelled Deplorium. “Pack whatever yer
sacks will allow!”
“But there
are too many men!” cried Borium. “We’ll never get away!’
“Jist listen
tae me an’ ah’ll show ye the way!”
“Borium,
just listen to Deplorium,” said Truman. “Let’s hear what he has to say.”
“A wee bit
further up there’s a cavern. If we go through an’ up we’ll get tae Hamish’s
tavern. Dinnae worry, we’ll aw be fine. Hamish is a good friend o’ mine. Noo
hurry up, ya wee Sassenachs. Hell hath no fury like Laird MacBlach’s.”
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