The peddler comes at nightfall. He activates the passcodes. This is a highly unusual activity but it is also permissible when the right protocols are used. I keep the wolves at bay.

When he stands at the base of the tower I have many ways to remove him. A stray block of stone would look like an accident where a precision shot sends a message that would confuse and distress the villagers.

I am contemplating which course to take when he says it:

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your hair.”

So I do.

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He enters the tower and ascends to my floor. I have sent all my creatures above and below and am quite alone. I would not want him to hurt them. I watch his eyes taking me in – I guess to him I will look a little like a spider, moving in my web of hair, strands moving to take me where I want through every level.

I watch his vulnerable eyes. With 8 strands I could fire an arrow to pierce each dark iris and sink into his brain.

He puts his palms out – a peace sign. He is not carrying any weapons but surely he must know I do not fear him. If he were armed he would not have come this far.

“Greetings GR33N GRRL my name is Artem. I mean you no harm.”

He takes off his shirt and settles where the witch usually sits. After a moment I join him.

“Can I tell you a story?” he asks.

“Go ahead,” I hear myself saying, curious of his intent. Believing I am invulnerable.

I can feel his back against mine, warm and strong.

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