Mr. Binky pulled his summoning horn out of his briefcase and began to blow on it to summon Darcy. It is quite small, but awfully loud. Loud enough to be heard by the summoned fairy in whichever world he or she might be.
“DARCY! DARCY! DAAAAAARCYYYYYYYYY!” blasted the summoning horn. “Binky wants you!”
“What in the name of High Hippolyta and her immaculate son Virbius is all this noise you are making about?” asked Darcy when he appeared. He spoke mildly, as he always does, for he almost never says a word louder than the next, but you could tell he was a little annoyed because his eyebrows were edging towards each other and it looked like he might frown.
“Yes, I saw Oberon yesterday evening. He asked me to dump Titania and work for him instead. I refused. Repeatedly, for he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He said he would return with a treasure that would definitely make me change my mind and my allegiance. He left to fetch whatever he was talking about and that is the last I have seen of him.”
As there wasn’t a clue where Oberon could have gone, Mr. Binky again drew out his summoning horn and began to blow for the moles, this time softly, for one or another of them is always very close by.
The fairyland moles are one great network of spies. Every mole in existence both worlds wide works for this web and is always connected to it and they are said to know everything. Personally, I think they know more than they can handle and are not always accurate. Often, they fail to understand what they’ve overheard and may mistake a speaker’s authentic intentions.This time, however, they appeared to have sound information.
Rupert and Swithin, the web’s official fay spokesmoles, popped out of one of their holes and said that Oberon had asked them where he could find James Bond. Bambito, Panama they answered him. And as to what he might want with this fabulous secret agent, it seemed he was interested in buying the man’s best car.
“Oh, no!” cried Glorvina. “He’s introducing petrol in our world! Darcy, say you won’t be tempted to drive that mortal artifact.”
“No fret,” said Darcy. “I only work with horses.”
Glorvina asked Darcy if he knew what James Bond’s car was like. The offer might just be too tempting.
“I wouldn’t be tempted if he showed up with Pegasus and Arion hitched to a diamond-studded solid platinum chariot. I doubt any car can fly as lightly as my own winged steeds. I don’t care if it is waterproof. My acquamarine mare Flipa has taken me down to Neptune’s deepest halls more than once and I´ve had no trouble outracing Palaemon on his dolphin. She’s liked by the mermaids too. They think she’s the sweetest pet.They load her with garlands of coral and shell and pearl and feed her sea cucumbers and...well, I won’t be bribed.”
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