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Ig puts two and two together - or more accurately, he puts Grace and Simon together, although they manage to do that by themselves rather readily.

We introduce two new characters here. Pete DunBerr, who is a bartender at the Black Kettle and Gina ParsleyHare, the proprietress. More on Gina later.

Still haven't quite got a handle on Slide, but that will change. I really liked the first frame - if you can't quite make it out, it shows Simon shoulder-deep in a lake and Grace just jumping in - the presence of any sort of clothing seems to be, um.... absent.

Drawing completed - 25 JAN 2009
Drawing posted - 01 JUL 2009

20 JUNE 2001 Wednesday - 1620
Page 31
Black Kettle Pub

    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 . . . "

    "Go on," Ignatius prompted.

    "Gossip's not my cup of tea, you understand."

    "I pass no judgement."

    "I overheard someone saying they saw him and Grace ParsleyHare together, shortly before the Portrayal."

    "Grace and Simon," Ignatius muttered. So that's who those voices belonged to, he recalled. I thought they were familiar. Yes, it was definitely them. "Grace ParsleyHare? Didn't she and Simon go off on a little escapade last summer?"

    "Yes, yes," Slide sighed in embarrassment.

    "Erm . . . I think I might have an idea of where he is - and Grace as well, but I'd like to break the news to all involved parties at the same time. Could you collect Sandra and meet me at The tré in, oh . . . twenty minutes?"

    "Yeah. Could do." Slide departed to his home to tell Sandra StęppanWylf, his wife and Simon's mother, about the meeting.

    Ignatius immediately went to the bar and, out of habit, Pete had a cider waiting for him.

    Pete DunBerr was a basic, brown Ursan. His only distinguishing feature - a white ring around his neck that plunged to a 'V' at his sternum - was always hidden by a clean and pressed shirt, buttoned to the collar. Beyond that, there was nothing remarkable about his seven-foot, twenty-five stone build.

    Gina ParsleyHare, the proprietress of the Black Kettle and his employer, found him indispensable. He had perfect recall of all the tabs and 'usuals' of his patrons, the patience to suffer through drunken ramblings, the ability to spot troublemakers and ample robustness to deal with them.
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