It hasnt gone unnoticed by that every ti I co up against a handso, confident guy, I end up killing him. This isnt because of so deep-seated resentnt caused by bullying in my younger years, a kind of wish-fulfilnt where I finally get my revenge.
For a start, I wasnt bullied when I was younger. I didnt go to the sort of school where that kind of thing happened very much. No one could be arsed to harass the smaller, weaker kids. They just ignored them and had a great ti enjoying their lives of underage drinking and underage sex.
The only place in Britain where you get proper bullying, the type worth putting into a movie so you can justify all the shitty things the protagonist does to get claim his rightful place as lord and master, is in public schools. And for them, its not so much about the power trip they already co from the richest families in the country its more about keeping the old traditions alive.
English public schools are known for two things, primarily. Producing the n who will lead the nation, and buggery. Its a horrible thing to fuck people in the arse so bad they lose the will to carry on, and the buggery probably isnt much fun, either.
The reason I tended to kill my competitors rather than co to so civilised understanding was because they were better than . Not just in looks and style, but at fighting and convincing others to join them. A true bully isnt a coward or a weakling, hes a masterful coordinator. He has friends, he has resources, he goes to the gym and eats properly. That way, when he cos up against soone who has sothing of value, he can just take it.
Boys picking on weaker boys is nothing to do with vying for position and status, its more than likely an expression of latent homosexuality, the way boys tease and fight with girls they like. Posh boys dont have that problem since they got it out of their system at boarding school.
My only hope when confronted by soone who could win the long ga was to make it as short a contest as possible. If I knocked them down, they had the resilience to get up again, and they would be much more wary of any second attempt. I had to make the first shot count.
It was purely a matter of pragmatism. I wouldnt survive if I didnt go ham from the off. Its not really cricket, but I didnt have much of a choice. Although, it was a much more effective ploy back when no one knew and they expected to behave in a manner befitting my face.
I should have been bitter and sarcastic, but ultimately too craven to stand up for myself. Or, if I did once, a quick beating should have put in my place. Im only too aware of my position in the sche of things, which is why my usual response was to bow out of competition at the first opportunity. Ive never resented those who were born with a better loadout than , but I wasnt going to participate as cannon fodder, either.
Things were different here, though. I was still the sa low-level pleb, but everyone else didnt have the support structure to help them. No mummy and daddy, no old boys network, no class distinction. They still had massive advantages over soone like , but they had no real practice using those advantages. It had never been necessary.
I, on the other hand, had been fully trained in the art of scraping by. The kind of training thats done with a chair and whip. Spoiling kids works fine if they grow up to be spoiled adults. Not so great if they have to face real hardship on an empty stomach and monsters who arent cowed by a plummy accent.
Which isnt to say I planned to murder Gideon. Not imdiately. He knew I wasnt soone to take lightly and would have his guard up, I was sure. And he had the advantage of knowing what I was capable of, while I had no idea what kind of ability he had.
I still considered myself as having the upper hand because of the pause button I could press at any ti, but I assud he knew that and had taken steps to co up with a counter of so kind.
Or, he could be an arrogant twat who thought he had nothing to fear from . Fingers crossed.
Gideon was alone. He didnt even have a horse. I doubted very much that he walked here from Dargot, so I assud his cohorts were close by.
I had expected Gideon to arrive with a face displaying the latest in inadvisable hair ornantation, and he didnt disappoint. He had gone for a full-length beard by which I an down to his waist no moustache, and a Mohican haircut. Not the big spiky kind punks used to have, this was very short and bristly, like hed glued an oversized nail brush to his head. Only, it wasnt in the middle, it was off to one side, like it was slipping off.
He was dressed in a mixture of leather and chainmail, and bell bottom trousers. Not a look you see very often.
Hello, he said as he was escorted into the main hall of the palace by a retinue of undead Visitors of the past. Youve done very well for yourself, havent you? He gazed around the room, relaxed and comfortable in his own skin. Did you pick out the furnishings yourself?
No, it was like this when I got here. He was annoying already. Perhaps I should have just killed him and saved myself a lot of bother. Are you hungry? We were just about to sit down and have sothing to eat.
There was an air of civility between us, the kind you fake when you want soone to piss off, but youre both English so you serve tea and crumpets instead.
Oh, that sounds lovely. Thank you very much. Translation: A chance to judge you on the quality of your food preparations? Yes, please.
It was a bit more frosty between him and the others. There were so nods and wary greetings, but everyone was very much on the alert for an unexpected attack. Joshaya had made himself scarce, but Caim was in attendance, although not suited up. Gideon didnt seem too worried.
We sat down around our oblong roundtable and Damicar very excitedly brought in platters and salvers and various silver trays loaded with pastries and an assortnt of delicacies.
Honestly, if anyone deserved the title of hero around here, it was him.
Gideons face fell as he realised the food selection was of the highest calibre. The presentation alone was worthy of a Michelin star, although why anyone cares what a tyre manufacturer thinks is the best place to eat I have no idea.
This is Damicar, I said. Hes the chef. Credit where credits due (although bla always seems to find its way to ).
Hes the kings chef? He wasnt sure because Damicar wasnt dressed like a chef of the royal household, he was dressed like a regular pleb. As was I.
No, hes my chef. You dont have a personal chef?
Of course, yes. Shes a marvellous cook.
He was probably talking about the person in his party who did all the cooking. There was no need to press the point. He could see the quality of the enemy he was facing. He could taste it, too.
I hadnt asked Damicar to do anything funny with the food, I wanted to impress on Gideon how I had my shit together and the general stability of my environnt. Its much harder to look down on people when they serve you fantastic food and you didnt even bring a bottle of wine.
Yes, its petty and insecure to behave like that. Why should I care if he was impressed or not? But its a struggle to maintain an even keel when youre swinging wildly between deep self-loathing and monts of unrestrained power. Its hard to act the way you would like to if you could choose.
So, what can I do for you? I asked him.
Yes, down to business. I ca to offer you a truce.
Okay. Im not sure why you think that would be sothing Id consider. Itll only take a couple of days to defeat Dargot. You sure you didnt an you ca to offer your surrender?
It wont be as easy as all that, said Gideon, chuckling like Id made a joke. He tucked his beard under his chin so he could bite into an eclair without getting cream everywhere.
Yo know, said Flossie, yo have really nice hair.
Thank you, said Gideon, smiling with the satisfaction of one who believes all complints he receives are well-deserved.
Its just a sha it isnt on your head. Ah think it would look much better up there.
Won, of course, are masters of the passive-aggressive attack. Half the ti they dont even know theyre doing it, its all muscle mory.
It does seem a bit impractical, I said. I an, if you get in a fight, its an easy thing to grab onto and yank you off balance, isnt it?
Gideons eyes flashed, but not with irritation or offence. He seed amused.
Not at all. Why dont you try? He jutted his chin forward, presenting his beard.
Not one to turn down a free beard tug, I grabbed it and pulled. The beard ca away in my hand, all of it. Not the way a false beard would co off this was a real beard growing out of his face it ripped out. There was a gasp from the others like a magic trick had just been perford. A very weird trick.
There was no blood, just a beard in my hand and a freshly shaved Gideon.
And then, as I watched, the beard grew back.
It sprouted out of his face. At the sa ti, it grew on his head, filling in the non-Mohican bits until he had a full head of hair which elongated, glossy and luxurious, down to his shoulders
This was his ability? He could grow hair at will? My ability was starting to look a lot better all of a sudden.
I know it isnt the flashiest of abilities, said Gideon, but we cant all be supern.
Maybe Id misjudged him. He was handling it very well, all things considered. If that had been my power, Id be complaining day and night. Well, Id put it into the rotation.
Ooh, said Flossie. Thats the best power anyone could have. Ahm so jealous. Her own hair was red and frizzy, so her comnt was understandable.
With a quick twist, Gideon turned his flowing locks into a man-bun. He produced a clip from sowhere and fixed it in place. You could easily have believed a team of stylists had worked for hours to get his hair to look like that.
Now the atmosphere changed. The air was charged with animosity as the girls in the room looked at him with envy. No one should be allowed to have such manageable, tangle-free hair. It was an affront to won everywhere. All he had to do was unclip his hair and shake it free to settle into sleek magnificence, and war would be declared.
Here, I said, giving Flossie Gideons beard. Take this to Mrs Somya, maybe she can knit you a wig out of beard hair.
Of course, I had other reasons for wanting the hair to go to Mrs Somya, but Flossie was welco to whatever was left over.
The rest of you, clear out, too. I want to speak to Gideon in private.
They all filed out, looking at with various levels of distrust, and then at Gideons hair with various levels of anger at the injustice.
It wasnt just to avoid hostilities that I asked them to leave, I also felt he was playing to the crowd a bit. It would be much easier for him to say what he thought, in a way that reflected his opinion of , if others werent around to see it.
I also felt more comfortable that his power wouldnt be a threat, not as long as I had my sword handy and could shave him before he rubbed his beard on and gave a nasty rash.
Alright, I said. What is it you want?
Look, said Gideon, I think it really would be of benefit to us all if we joined forces. These fairies, they dont sound like they plan to make life fun for any of us. From what I understand, theyre real purists, only true fairies will be tolerated, were the master race, that sort of crap. Our only hope is to work together to bring them down.
He made a lot of good points. I also considered the fairies to be a nace. But they werent the only ones to worry about.
What about Peter? I said. Hes just as crazy as the Fairy Queen.
Hes busy trying to crack the mystery of the spires. Quite frankly, I dont think hes got a chance in hell. Hes been trying all these years and where has it got him? Has anything changed? Does he have any new answers? No. Far better for us if we leave him to it and try to avoid a fairy occupation of the cities.
Did I believe him? No. But what was his plan? Just to stall for ti while Peter made his preparations? Or just get in a position where they could deal with in a manner of their choosing?
Well, its an interesting idea, I said. I didnt think youd be willing to work under my control.
What? No, no, we would have to choose the leader between us, both groups combined. Democratically, of course.
Why would I agree to that? I said. I already have all the power. What reason is there to give it up to a vote?
Because its the fair thing to do, said Gideon.
I think the one thing you can say about the human race is that we know whats right. Our whole culture is built on art, whether its books or movies or whatever, where we tell each other the correct answer to a range of morally complex predicants in great detail.
If you ask people what the right thing to do, they will know the correct answer, all of them. If you ask them. If they have to actually take action, then thats a whole other story.
Life is a multiple choice test, here are all the answers. Wait, why did you select none of them?
The weird thing is, people are capable of doing the right thing. It not only doesnt do them any harm, it usually turns out to be very beneficial for them. But they cant help thinking the other options sounds like they would be better. And then they vote for the good-looking liar with dodgy sexual peccadilloes. Always the peccadilloes.
People cant be trusted to do whats in their own best interest. I know its condescending, but the weight of history is on my side. The problem is the people in charge cant be trusted even more.
Its not like people are inherently evil. When it was suggested that plastic bags were fucking up the environnt, everyone accepted it as true. When the governnt encouraged shoppers to reuse old bags rather than just take more free ones, we all agreed to try our hardest. But its not always that easy. You forget, youre busy, you never have the bags in the car when you need them.
And then they said no more free bags, 10p for each one if you dont bring your own, and suddenly everyones mories improved overnight.
The problem isnt evil. The problem is lack of giving a shit until it affects you directly.
If the majority choose you, so be it, said Gideon. I can live with it. But Im a capable leader. Ive kept my people alive up until now. All of them.
What about Roona? I asked.
His face clouded over. She had co with us to Monsterland, as Chengs prospective bride (and assassin). She hadnt co back.
Missing in action doesnt an dead, he said.
Dead doesnt an dead around here, I pointed out. To be honest with you, Gideon, Im not interested in what anyone else has to say, or in whats fair. If people want to follow , thats fine, if they dont, thats okay, too, as long as they stay out of my way.
Okay. This was always a long shot, but I thought it was worth a try. Gideon stood up. Gullen warned to not co here. Said it would be the end of . To be honest with you, Colin, Im not used to being underestimated. I suppose it will have to be the hard way.
I stood up as well, and then was yanked off my feet. The world turned upside down. It took a mont for to grasp the situation. I was hanging in the air with my feet bound together. There were longs strands of hair wrapped around my ankles. They were thick and matted and snaked out from the bottom of Gideons trousers. I could only surmise they were an extension of his pubic hair.
Hair was in my mouth, blocking my airways. I gagged.
I tried to leave my body, but I couldnt. There was an odd prickly sensation throughout my body. It didnt hurt but it made the hairs on my arms and neck stand up. So kind of static electricity? Whatever it was, it was disrupting my ability to slip into the adjacent world.
I had thought Gideon was being overconfident, which was exactly what an overconfident person would think.
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