tongue – it will cost more see!’ The old crone pursed her thin cracked, wrinkled lips expectantly. Caddoc grimaced. Kissing the old crone or looking at her legs were the last things Caddoc wanted! ‘I haven’t got a fiver, see,’ Caddoc lies.
Immediately, powerful arms grabbed his ankles, and turned Caddoc upside down – shaking him. A shower of sweets and pound coins fell on the stony mountain path.
‘Ten pounds!’ exclaims the delighted old crone; on her hands and knees, counting, and stuffing her pockets with money and sweets. ‘I have changed my mind Caddoc,’ says the old Hag, ‘the price has gone up to ten pounds, inflation see! Looking at my lovely legs Caddoc is much better than looking at all those magazines you keep under your bed.
Caddoc gulped, his secret was out! He did not realize his mother had found the magazines three months ago while making his bed! ‘I found them in a skip,’ fibs Caddoc. ‘I brought them home to burn – to protect other children!’ The three Tartarus Hobs rocked with laughter – they were regular skip-miners!
‘Now, Caddoc – you can see the real thing!’ The old hag croaked: lifting her tattered dirt covered skirt and exposing a pair of disgusting, nauseating, scrawny bandy, blue veined legs; covered in coarse black hairs, warts and dirt – with knees like bed-knobs! If you are lucky you may get a glimpse of my drawers!’ giggles the old Hag. Caddoc retched!
The old Hag then wiggled her long filthy, bony crooked toes; with long dirty yellow toenails right under Caddoc’s pug snout. Caddoc winced: but he noticed two sparkling diamond rings!
‘Don’t you think I have the most lovely feet – you have ever seen?’ croaked the old Hag. Caddoc felt sick in his stomach, but did his utmost to hold on to the three large deep pan pizzas he had for his tea. ‘That’s enough,’ says the old Hag dropping her skirts and giving Caddoc a wink. ‘I do not want to give you eye-candy for later! Now Caddoc Morgan – if you are good and can save up twenty pounds – I will let you suck my lovely big toe!’ The disgusting old Hag stuck the filthy raised-up smelly digit right under Caddoc’s snout. That was the last straw! Caddoc threw up – a Technicolour yawn, any student at Aberystwyth University would have been proud of.
The old Hag then addresses the three Tartarus Hobs. ‘Get down on your hands and knees – you useless imbeciles – six paces apart.’ The old Hag backed up a dozen strides, hoisted up her tattered skirts; tucking them into her threadbare drawers. Then with a short run-up, she did a double summersault and pike high into the air and landed on Caddoc’s broad back; quickly bringing the hazel switch down hard on his fat backside!
Caddoc took off like a startled colt, up the path. He was then turned and headed for the crouching Hobs at a fast gallop. Caddoc cleared each of the three hobs’ backs, then jumped them from the other direction up-hill and came to an exhausted halt. The old Hag leapt off his back and stood before the panting Caddoc. Before the bully Caddoc Morgan’s eyes the old disgusting Hag turned into the beautiful Myfanwy Jenkins!
Grunwalde giggled at Caddoc’s terrified reaction. Then her face turned serious. ‘I give you fair warning – Caddoc Morgan. Never speak of what you witnessed this night. You are now in the hold of Star-worshipers – a tithe-payer!’ Turning, Grunwalde gracefully glides into the dark woods without a backward glance. Caddoc’s small fat goby-like mouth hung open. ‘What did she mean?’ he asked himself.
‘Idiot,’ says Bellbinder the Tartarus Hob, ‘you are now a servant of the Changelings – to do their bidding – just like we.’
‘Now it’s our turn to ride upon your back,’ Bulrus Khan announces.
Caddoc gulped: but accepted his fate – he had no option!
Thereafter, the three Tartarus Hobs were always waiting for their sport when Caddoc was summoned to the big rock, at the birth
Immediately, powerful arms grabbed his ankles, and turned Caddoc upside down – shaking him. A shower of sweets and pound coins fell on the stony mountain path.
‘Ten pounds!’ exclaims the delighted old crone; on her hands and knees, counting, and stuffing her pockets with money and sweets. ‘I have changed my mind Caddoc,’ says the old Hag, ‘the price has gone up to ten pounds, inflation see! Looking at my lovely legs Caddoc is much better than looking at all those magazines you keep under your bed.
Caddoc gulped, his secret was out! He did not realize his mother had found the magazines three months ago while making his bed! ‘I found them in a skip,’ fibs Caddoc. ‘I brought them home to burn – to protect other children!’ The three Tartarus Hobs rocked with laughter – they were regular skip-miners!
‘Now, Caddoc – you can see the real thing!’ The old hag croaked: lifting her tattered dirt covered skirt and exposing a pair of disgusting, nauseating, scrawny bandy, blue veined legs; covered in coarse black hairs, warts and dirt – with knees like bed-knobs! If you are lucky you may get a glimpse of my drawers!’ giggles the old Hag. Caddoc retched!
The old Hag then wiggled her long filthy, bony crooked toes; with long dirty yellow toenails right under Caddoc’s pug snout. Caddoc winced: but he noticed two sparkling diamond rings!
‘Don’t you think I have the most lovely feet – you have ever seen?’ croaked the old Hag. Caddoc felt sick in his stomach, but did his utmost to hold on to the three large deep pan pizzas he had for his tea. ‘That’s enough,’ says the old Hag dropping her skirts and giving Caddoc a wink. ‘I do not want to give you eye-candy for later! Now Caddoc Morgan – if you are good and can save up twenty pounds – I will let you suck my lovely big toe!’ The disgusting old Hag stuck the filthy raised-up smelly digit right under Caddoc’s snout. That was the last straw! Caddoc threw up – a Technicolour yawn, any student at Aberystwyth University would have been proud of.
The old Hag then addresses the three Tartarus Hobs. ‘Get down on your hands and knees – you useless imbeciles – six paces apart.’ The old Hag backed up a dozen strides, hoisted up her tattered skirts; tucking them into her threadbare drawers. Then with a short run-up, she did a double summersault and pike high into the air and landed on Caddoc’s broad back; quickly bringing the hazel switch down hard on his fat backside!
Caddoc took off like a startled colt, up the path. He was then turned and headed for the crouching Hobs at a fast gallop. Caddoc cleared each of the three hobs’ backs, then jumped them from the other direction up-hill and came to an exhausted halt. The old Hag leapt off his back and stood before the panting Caddoc. Before the bully Caddoc Morgan’s eyes the old disgusting Hag turned into the beautiful Myfanwy Jenkins!
Grunwalde giggled at Caddoc’s terrified reaction. Then her face turned serious. ‘I give you fair warning – Caddoc Morgan. Never speak of what you witnessed this night. You are now in the hold of Star-worshipers – a tithe-payer!’ Turning, Grunwalde gracefully glides into the dark woods without a backward glance. Caddoc’s small fat goby-like mouth hung open. ‘What did she mean?’ he asked himself.
‘Idiot,’ says Bellbinder the Tartarus Hob, ‘you are now a servant of the Changelings – to do their bidding – just like we.’
‘Now it’s our turn to ride upon your back,’ Bulrus Khan announces.
Caddoc gulped: but accepted his fate – he had no option!
Thereafter, the three Tartarus Hobs were always waiting for their sport when Caddoc was summoned to the big rock, at the birth
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