"Chris' eyes bugged out."She what?" Oh, there were just small things at first. You know, a smile when Dad wasn't looking, paying me lots of compliment......" But Mom pays me lots of compliments. My ball playing, my grades..." Ya see? She's beginning to let you know the same way she let me know." But..." Chris was confused."Hey, it's normal for women who aren't getting the attention they deserve to look elsewhere. It's not that Dad's a bad guy or anything, but he just can't give her what she. She's the brass section of my lunch bunch, the girl with the biggest laugh and the biggest heart in school -- if not the universe -- and suddenly my room felt a lot smaller and warmer and friendlier and all three of them were smothering me."What is this?" I asked, muffled in their embrace, the last shreds of my gloom melting from their love."It's an Intervention," Fran announced in her best no-nonsense tone. "You're coming with us."The love in her eye and dimples in her round, pink cheeks did. He too has changed his outfit from when he first arrived. At the door he seemed rather plain and I was kind of disappointed. He wore a T-shirt and jeans with some fairly tired looking boots. I hadn’t noticed him carrying anything else so I assumed I was the only one to be in leather. As it turned out I was absolutely wrong.Before anything else what struck me was how hairy he was. Every piece of his skin was covered by a thick dark mat of hair from his feet to his face. I had seen his beard when. . but putting a known criminal in charge of the Treasury is madness. We’ll be robbed blind!”“Consider this, Daverigne,” the King explained carefully, “I don’t care if he robs me, so long as the royal incomes increase, the people stay complacent and I have money enough for all my designs. I ask you, what better beast to send after a wolf than a wolfhound? With Lord Yames as Treasurer, every rich man and noble house altering their books or keeping a few extra coins on the side will tremble in.