Now noticing he was the only one left out of the twelve, he dropped his sword in surrender, as Clansmen massed about him. He knew he wouldn’t be gra...ted mercy, surrounded by MacDonald’s out for blood. He knelt and bowed his head to Arabella, holding her sword high, in wait to his end, as he wished a swift death. With no sign of pity or grace, only the stony look of Clan justice set in her eyes, she raised the blood-stained blade high above her head. In a swift, arcing move, the head separated. .."I nodded at that and was about to respond when someone yelled out, "Getout of my way you damn punks..." I looked over to see an old man comingdown the hallway, moving slowly as he used his cane to keep his balance."Damn kids nowadays..."I couldn't help but feeling a surge of pity for Gus Lennon, who was muchyounger than he actually looked. His twist was almost the exactopposite of Christine's, turning him into an old man. It might havebeen funny if it wasn't so tragic. And what was just. Famous tenors! World acclaimed groups! Surely they weren’t really saluting his talent. It must have been some kindness they bestowed on the old man. It wasn’t long before the now well-lubricated crowd decided it was time for another performance by another local. This one, an Elvis impersonator in his own mind, was handicapped by his inability to remember the lyrics to most of the songs and his inability to find when to enter and exit the melody. It was another disaster and final evidence that. I'm better now, just a shiver now and again."Two men nodded and one said, "With 'Gomery, was ye?" Aye," I said, "poor fellow, walked right into it, he did." The pitcher went around again and came back empty again. This went on for some time until one admitted that a certain 'Simon' was the leader of a small pack of locals that had been out harassing the Tories and the Redcoats and Hessians, 'counting coup' he called it."And where might I find this Simon?" I asked. Several men looked at each.