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Chapter 21



The dancers' bells jingled and chinked as they walked back from the Dingle where the ceremony had taken place. The floral garden was one of Brian's favourite spots so it seemed fitting. The Morris Ring had reinstated the dancers following the revelations. The ladies looked like a living rainbow as they walked back through the park, each wearing a different colour dress with matching show laces. The men had all ironed their shirts and pressed their waistcoats. They looked like the morris side which Brian had wanted them to be. Their training schedule had been rewritten to help hone their new skills. Brian had achieved his aim of making the morris dancers great again, although he was not around to enjoy it.

At the top of the hill by the gates, the dancers stopped and spoke with the couple who had been looking on. The man in his standard purple number, the lady in her long flowing skirt.

"I didn't get a proper chance to thank you," said Cecil. "I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you."

"It was nothing," said the Lord, "you would have done the same thing. Justice must prevail no?"

"Yes," agreed Cecil. "Well, thank you all the same. Will you reconsider our offer? There is always room for someone like you in our ranks."

"You are kind my friend, but no. The Lord of the Dance dances alone." The Dancing Queen coughed and kicked his shin whilst smiling sweetly. "Most of the time," added the Lord smiling back.

"I never did catch your name," said Cecil to the Dancing Queen. She looked at him as if considering whether to tell him a secret. When she spoke, all of the other dancers looked at her in awe and surprise.

"Fanny. My name is Fanny Frail."

"So you're the one!" gasped Cecil.

*

The Morris Dancers will return in
"John Barleycorn Must Die!" 

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