“Oh that looked painful," called another Puck, a little farther down. "We really need to talk about your anger-management problems.”

“Besides,” Puck said, grinning his evil grin, “who says I came alone?”“You did,” called another Puck from the rooftop he just left. Glitch’s eyes bugged as the second Puck grinned down at him.“No, he didn’t,” said a third Puck from the opposite roof.“Well, I’m sure they know what he meant,” said yet another Puck, sitting atop a street lamp. “In any case, here we are.”

“What is that?""A hunt," Puck replied, looking off into the distance. He grimaced. "You know, I was just thinking we needed to be run down like rabbits and torn apart. My day just isn't complete without something trying to kill me."-Puck”

“Well, that's convenient," Puck mused. "I really need to get a few of those things.”

“Oh, we're playing nice now?” Puck remained seated, looking anything but compliant. “Shall we have tea first? Brew up a nice pot of kiss-my-ass?”

“Goodfellow?” Glitch stared at Puck nervously. “Robin Goodfellow?”“Oh, look at that, he’s heard of me. My fame grows.” Puck snorted and leaped off the roof. In midair, he became a giant black raven, who swooped toward us with a raucous cry before dropping into the circle as Puck in an explosion of feathers. “Ta-daaaaaaaaaa.”

“STOP!” Ironhorse bellowed as Puck immediately pulled out his dagger, shoving me behindhim. “I DID NOT COME HERE TO FIGHT, ROBIN GOODFELLOW. PUT YOURWEAPON DOWN AND LISTEN TO ME.”“Oh, I don’t think so, Rusty,” Puck sneered, as we began backing toward theedge of the village. “I have a better idea. You stay there until we get to Oberon, who will ripyou apart and bury your pieces so far apart you’ll never get put back together.”