"You won't get away with it," she told him defiantly.
"If all the people of Britain were like you and the other associates of the Green Man," the Grey Tabby laughed, "then I would agree, but the people of Britain are soft, weak. Show them a little suffering, and they'll demand that the government caves in."
"Hitler thought that," Lady Sylvia shot back. "So did Galtieri and the Kaiser."
"But Hitler reckoned without Churchill," the Grey Tabby rose grandly, "Galtieri without Thatcher, the Kaiser without Lloyd George. Britain's leaders today are weak, effete"
"But you've forgotten the Green Man," Lady Sylvia replied.
At the Castle's lodge, a group of uniformed mercenaries watched the road, waiting for a delivery of weapons that had landed on Blakeney Point that morning. A movement in the woods caused a sentry to start. Looking again, he saw nothing.
"What is it?" one of the men looked up at his comrade.
"I thought I saw something move," the mercenary shook his head, "something green."
"Probably a tree," the man laughed. "Now, get back to watching the road."
"It's too late for that." A voice from the door caused the men to turn.
The Green Man leapt forward, a strong fist slamming into the jaw of the man closest to him.