The auditorium had filled quickly with happy, chattering folk keen to see one of their favourite travelling ensembles. The acts changed regularly enough on its slow journey around the Kingdom but there were favourites, such as Caerys the Snake and Sword Swallower, who made his name with the famous Cirq Zorros. Gidyon had briefed Figgis and Themesius on their ‘turn’, as the giant liked to call it. ‘Are you sure?’ Figgis had asked. ‘No one will be able to account for it,’ Gidyon had replied. ‘And it’s quick and simple. Let’s not forget what my father urged. We must leave as soon as we can.’ The giant had nodded then. ‘I have spoken with Tyne. It only involved a small lie. He understands.’ ‘Good,’ Gidyon had replied. ‘What about the Fat Lady? Is she happy with my plans?’ Themesius had smiled at this. ‘She’s intrigued…and er…more than happy to be handled by a young man.’ His deep voice had rumbled with amusement.
