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“No.”
    â€œNemesis named the troll ‘Yarg’,” Dylan said.
    Noticing the confusion on his brother’s face, he explained, “Yarg is Gray spelt backwards.”
    Yarg looked seriously annoyed. “What utter rubbish!” he snapped.
    Dylan cringed at the anger in Yarg’s voice. Becoming a troll hadn’t done anything for his brother’s stubbornness, he thought.
    Yarg suddenly straightened and yelled at the top of his voice: “Taliyard!”
    â€œTaliyard?” Dylan enquired, looking around to see who or what the name belonged to.
    â€œMy chief troll,” said Yarg as he straightened from his throne and headed towards the massive troll who was coming from his post at the entrance to the room.Taliyard was a giant. While only slightly taller than Yarg, his body weight was almost double his king’s. He stopped in front of Yarg and nodded his head in greeting.
    â€œTaliyard, how long have you known me?” Yarg asked abruptly, watching his chief closely.
    Taliyard’s face blanched at the question. “Ah … known you, my king?” he stalled.
    Yarg reached out and slapped the back of Taliyard’s head, a strong encouragement for the chief troll to answer. Taliyard swayed forward, just stopping himself from falling onto Yarg.
    â€œAh … three years, my king,” Taliyard said gruffly, rubbing the back of his head with his big hand.
    â€œ What ?” roared Yarg, his eyes opening so wide that they looked in danger of bulging out.
    â€œIt’s true,” Taliyard said quickly, stepping back out of reach.
    â€œExplain,” demanded Yarg, advancing to close the gap.
    â€œUh … about three years ago, the troops and I is out on a mashing, whacking spree when we hears something groan. We sees somethin’ covered in mud and grass lyin’ on the ground. We moves forward to whack the thing, but when we gets closer, we realises it’s blue, a troll like us,” he stammered out. “Anyways, I asks you what you is doin’ and where you come from. Then you stands up, grabs my club and bashes me over the head wiv it,” he said, his hand moving again to rub the spot on his head, as if it still hurt.
    â€œWhat in troll’s tarnation are you talking about?” yelled Yarg, glaring at Taliyard.
    Taliyard blinked at the violence in Yarg’s tone.
    â€œI’se talkin’ about you takin’ my place as king. By the time you stops bashin’ me over the head, it’s too late. All the trolls reckonise you as the new king. I doesn’t wants to be an outcast, so I just falls in with them. I doesn’t mind, though, you is a good king and you does a really good job.” Then musingly, “Except of course when you says we can’t go on whacking sprees so often, or when you says we isn’t allowed to pull the wings off the fairies no more, but other than that you’ve been a good king,” he said solemnly, nodding approvingly at Yarg.
    â€œ Three years,” said Yarg dazedly.
    Taliyard nodded his head in agreement. “We’se had fun teasing the fairies and pixies. We’se had fun chasing the dragonflies and butterflies …”
    Taliyard droned on, listing all the things he considered Yarg had been doing right in the last three years. He failed to notice that Yarg was not listening to him. Yarg had stepped away from Taliyard and was sitting on his throne, dazed.
    Interrupting Taliyard’s rambling, Yarg asked. “Why have you never talked about this before?”
    Taliyard scratched his head and looked confused.
    Shaking his head, Yarg grumbled, “Never mind.”
    Yarg stared at Dylan. “I still don’t think this story of yours has any merit, but let’s say for argument’s sake that it does. What do I do now?”
    Dylan lowered his head. Once he had mastered the relieved smile that crossed his face, he looked again at Dylan.
    â€œWe must