George and the Dragon That’s how we came to find ourselves, the three of us and Hasbro along with Mr. Lemuel Wattsbury, motoring north toward Bowness-on-Windermere, the Wattsbury bailiwick. The Mermaid was sitting snugly in the trunk of the car and the trunk tied shut with a rope. Her exhibit box had been crated up into an even larger box, which said “Wheelchair” on the outside and “Manchester Theatre Company” below that. That was Charlie Slimmerman’s idea—to disguise it. Mr. Wattsbury and his wife Susan keep the St. George Lodge. Perhaps you can figure out from the name of their hotel that they’re particular allies of Uncle Hedge and the Guild of St. George. But the Wattsburies aren’t officers in the Guild—not like Uncle Hedge is an officer in the Guild. As is true of Mr. Vegeley, the Wattsburies are…helper-outers, you might say. Or perhaps you wouldn’t. Mr. Wattsbury has a bald and very round head. Brendan said it looked like a pumpkin, but I don’t think that’s kind, and I told him so.
