WORKER
You can’t send the boy!

GRODDER
Can’t I? You lazy sots won’t go, what choice do I have?

WORKER
The quarry is dangerous. He could be hurt! What would the brothers say?

GRODDER
His well being was entrusted to me, and he will do as I see fit.
I’m a respectable member of the community, not like you dogs.

[No one moves. After a moment, GRODDER kicks COT on the shoulder]

GRODDER
Well, boy? what are you waiting for? Get going!

[COT shambles forward]

WORKER
Blast it all, Grodder, you’re a dead-eyed son of a cow.
You win. We'll get back to work, blast it.

WORKER 1
Hang on, gents!
Here comes someone who can herlp!

[Down the lane, Sir WYCE has appeared approaching on horseback]

WORKER 2
Sir Wyce!

WORKER 3
Hair Sir Wyce!
Hero to the people!

WYCE
Hail, brothers.
Grooter, I've been looking for you.