It was already pitch black when we arrived. The full moon sailed high behind the clouds, silvering their edges, yet hiding its face. We were armed, the four of us, ready for the assault and could hear the distant murmur of the crowd that was already gathering. It had been a long day and would be a long night. There had been stone circles, sacred hills and copious ‘sheepage’… but now we had work to do.
“Should we call on them, do you think?” I nodded towards the mellow stones hidden within a grove of trees. Vague and shadowy forms moved stealthily in the night. Few are privy to the whereabouts of this secret location, but we had been granted access long ago.
“They’ll be too busy…” He was probably right. Their preparations are long and arduous and the night of this particular moon is the defining point of their year. We walked quietly down the darkened path, careful of the guardian stone that marks the way. Even so, we were drawn into the glimmering light that seeped from the hidden door… and Charles James Fox stood before us.
As soon as you stand in the presence of Charles James Fox you can sense the mystery… and you know that magic is afoot. We were greeted… welcomed… and given the robes of our office…vivid and luminescent, they were, emblazoned with the mask of a Fox. Into our hands were placed accoutrements… and the strange tomes that hold The Legend. For, on this one night, we were to be entrusted with the guardianship of the dancing ground where a battle of Light against Darkness was soon to commence… and also make The Legend available, at a price, to those who knew it not.
We launched ourselves upon the milling throng of humanity, brandishing The Legend before their eyes and calling to them in the dark… and nineteen times did we receive their coin in exchange for knowledge. And then…. the moon shed its cloak of clouds, a flare lit the night…and the drums began…