May 14, 2023
"Much like myself in skintight leather, Martin, it was impossible to resist."
- Austerly Fellows, Fighting Pax (Robin Jarvis)
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"Much like myself in skintight leather, Martin, it was impossible to resist."
- Austerly Fellows, Fighting Pax (Robin Jarvis)
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(The Ismus)
The Ismus read his intention and laughed scornfully. "Have you learned nothing yet?" he asked. "Aren't you the one who teaches by repetition? You drill and drill the same things into those poor young heads every week and yet you refuse to be taught in the same way. So pig-headed. After everything you've heard. You're a very stupid creature to even dare think of raising a hand against me. I am the Holy Enchanter of Mooncaster, the Ismus, the owner of this house, the author of Dancing Jax- I am Austerly Fellows!"
"You're insane!" Martin snapped back. "You're not him!"
The Ismus's grin became wider. "Oh, but I am!" he said. "I am!"
He threw his arms wide and Martin stared in horror as dark spots of mould blotched across the pale skin of the man's face and hands. Thick streams of spores shot out from his sleeves, striking the boarded-up windows on his left and the bricks of the house on his right. Foaming waves of mould gushed upwards, racing high until they streaked across the pitched ceiling and met in the centre where they blossomed into a festering, clotted cloud that throbbed and pulsed above their heads.
- Dancing Jax, Robin Jarvis
The Jockey stepped forward. "And what of me, my Lord?" he asked humbly.
The Ismus smiled indulgently. "Of course. Take yourself away to the Great Hall and enter the furtherance with the rest of the Court there. You have behaved yourself well this night, my caramel-coloured jackanapes. I thank you for that. Go and find your deserved reward- and take Posy here with you. I'm sure she is also anxious to read Fighting Pax."
~ Forty-Eight pages Later ~
"No trick, no game," The Jockey promised, holding up his hands. "Not against you, not this time."
"You'd say that anyway! Stay still! I mean it, I'll use this if you take another step. Why aren't you off reading Fighting Pax? Or have you finished it already?"
The Jockey gazed beyond Martin, towards the glorious spectacle of the Dawn Prince. He ached to go and worship Him. But first of all...
"One last naughtiness, Martin," he explained. "The Jockey must ride everyone of the Court, including the Ismus. That is why I am here, that is why I sent Nosy Posy to the Great Hall alone. I must pay one final trick on the Holy Enchanter before I leave this dreary place for good."
Martin didn't understand.
"'Tis the way I am," the Jockey said simply. "'Tis the part I play. I can be no otherwise. I am tasked to hinder and needle, thwart, upset and confound and now, at the very brink of the Ismus's triumph, I am compelled to meddle."
- Fighting Pax, Robin Jarvis
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