Pilgrammage Part 2

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Arthur stood in wonder.....  before him, he saw something that surpassed everything that Jenrick had, previously, tried to explain to him.

When Jenrick had told him about a place where more people could gather than he had ever known, Arthur was thinking something that could contained the 73 people in his village all at the same time. Maybe, the 15 in the hamlet next door, as well?.

"Wow!  That would be some venue", he thought.  All he knew was that his village hut, that split it sides when more than 12 turned-up for a session.... that was the biggest venue that he knew, and he knew that with friends from other villages all together.... Wow!  That would some hut!

But, he felt that his mind was being boggled, as he tried to understand what he saw before him.  A place where more villages than he could count could all get together?  This was impossible.  A dream!

His breath was taken away.

Who stole it?  Why did they steal it?  What would they use it for?

He would give the thieves a piece of his mind when he caught them.  As well as demanding that they return his breath with interest!  He needed that gasp of air - an intake to his lungs.

Meanwhile, as Arthur's mind had been numbed by the sight around him, Jenrick had been talking.

Arthur suddenly realised that he should have been paying attention......

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Doris Hairstyle is sat in her office.  On the walls around her are pitifully awful sketches of all the people that she might need to consider to include in the staring line-up for the next match.

Smith?  Bodger?  Shafter?  Winkle?  Toad?  Buzztoy?

So many names came and went as she considered the best line-up.... the best formation.... the best that Wallyford could present to the World.

The next match would involve a 12 hour cart-trip to Marshfield - a long and arduous trip of 10 miles away.

She thought about toilet needs.

The, suddenly, Doris sneered as she thought: "They proudly call themselves the 'life-suckers'.  Well, we'll f'ing suck the life out of them with our style of play."

As she plotted her game plan, she could not help but check the betting odds for substitutions.  Stentor-the-quiet, the tic-tac man, gave her the latest odds via his semaphore.  "This is a joke!" she thought.....  as she stared at Stentor-the-quiet.  Stentor, who was sat opposite her, just 3 feet away, picked up her feeling of unrest.  He avoided her glare, and looked questioningly at Wager-Frasier, who was sat in his finery, aside Stentor.

Only those that knew what to look for would have seen the gesture.  But, suddenly, Stentor started a new semaphore with Doris.

It was clear that Doris understood.  Something has passed between them.