James Brand shovelled up his pig's dung from their pens. Even his brush was crumbling apart now. Harold Goodwinson had made nothing but trouble for England. People now actually began to care about the death of Edward the confessor. When he was alive, he had brought misfortune to his people but at least he made responsible decisions. It wasn't as if he had promised the throne to two people.

Actually, he had!

But that didn't mean anything. Harold was slowly destroying the economy bit by bit. If it carried on, his people would starve to death. James's fifth pig out of six had died that morning. His life depended on that one pig living long enough to be sold.

"You are starving," when James twisted around on his heels, he saw that a short, plump man in a tuxedo was staring up at him while he did his business – clearing up pig's business!

"We all 're!" James cried. "How can you be so plump while some of us out 'ere are 'ying of starvation."

"Pretty large words for a mere peasant," cackled the man.

In anger and frustration, James lifted his broom as a threat.

"Get out of here! What 'ort of 'upid clothes are you wearing? What 're you? A lord?"

Once more the man laughed with glee. One more move and James was prepared to shove a dung-infested broom right into the man's gaping mouth.

"I suppose you're right!" the man drew a jewel-encrusted knife from his jacket pocket. "Give me a home for a day I might be able to stop your wife from losing a hand…" He trailed off as if to leave James to finish the sentence for him.

"I can make adjust to whatever you want me to do if you just follow me," James led the cruel, small man into his puny excuse of a home. It was a shack to be fair, with hardly any basic comforts.

To be kind, James introduced the man to his wife, Mary, to be kind. The last thing he needed was to wake up with a knife in his throat. His family didn't even have enough money for a basic, wooden coffin!

"Sorry," Mary apologised. "I didn't quite catch your name."

"Mr. Dream," the small man introduced with a cunning grin painted upon his twisted face.