Ignatius has a revelation and we introduce Slide, Simon's father.
Drawing completed - 01 FEB 2009
Black Kettle Pub
Great Jack's ghost! It wasn't our basement they were talking about - it was the one in The tré! They weren't winding me up at all!
His revelation was suddenly interrupted.
"Pardon me, Ignatius." It was Slide* HolenWulf, Simon's father.
Apart from being larger and older, Slide was nearly Simon's twin, with an identical face and build and his characteristic wavy, wild fex. His sole distinguishing feature was that his pelage was, in contrast to Simon's grey, a bone white, with just a few tiny points on his eyebrows and nose and ears.
"Oh, sorry, Slide. What can I do for you?" asked Ignatius.
"Well, it's about Simon."
"Yes?" Ignatius prompted.
"He seems to have gone missing - again."
Ignatius sighed. When it rains, it pours, he thought. I've already got two missing children. This is the last thing I need right now. Still, as the de jure law enforcement of Otterstow, he knew his duty. "Has he? And what leads you to this conclusion?"
"He was supposed to meet me right after the Portrayal, but he didn't show. I don't suppose you've seen him."
"It's only been a couple of hours," Ignatius pointed out.
"Graeme was going to let him help with the horses down the dairy. He promised him a ride as well."
"Simon is rather fond of horses, as I recall." As his constituency barely exceeded three digits, he easily knew the habits and manners of everyone in town – even those that didn't vote. "Surely he wouldn't pass up an opportunity like that."
"No, he wouldn't miss it for the world. He'd rather muck out stables than eat, just to be around the horses."
"I can see why you're concerned."
"I don't mean to cast aspersions or make accusations . . . "
*Slide's first name was actually Steven, after his father. After several abortive attempts at a byname, he earned the sobriquet of 'Slide' by demonstrating no small prowess on the pedal-steel guitar as a young boy. The tiny few that knew his true name never used it.