Iron Maidens
I have been following these debates about the witch hunt (Grail Hunt) with an equal measure of amusement and bemusement:
Thank goodness the Spanish Inquisition is history; Imagine some seekers of the "holy grail" here, pushing Naz and the protesting Mr. Charts into an iron maiden's sharp embrace, stretching them on the rack, or trying to drown them on the witch's ducking stool.
Next, whilst still clinging to life, the grail seekers drag our intrepid heroes back to a table, thrust a quill into their feeble hands and shout, " scribe for us your magic spells and list the ingredients of your potion for success."
Followed by a short, but excrutiating, spell on the rack, with more calls to recant their claim to be successful traders, and demands to embrace the forgiveness of the shared mediocrity of their accusers.
Participants, and therefore potential witnesses, of our intrepid victims coaching sessions are barred from giving evidence because their view of reality may clash with our hero's tormentors.
But our two hero's stand firm and their tormentors are forced to free them.
So, somewhere in a lonely place, the intrepid dou's tormentors are trying to eat trading statements, frequently calling for more, and drinking from an almost empty barrel which is being repeatedly drummed upon by a tormentor with a wooden spoon.
Then, from their small window in that lonely place, they scowl at the masses heading for the home of our intrepid dou.
"Pah." Said the chief Tormentor and Master holy grail seeker.
" Fools - I bet they didn't see any trading statements."