The bakers and their helpers had been up for hours, preparing the daily bread used by every person in the compound from the smallest child to the High...Lord himself. The merchants would wake soon and open their doors, the blacksmiths would continue their repair work on the weapons used by the army during their last bout with the intergalactic foreigners. The only community that would not rise with the rest was the pleasure community, whose work was just ending. Between the village and the High. The next stop was Wendle and Jason's house. They are two young brothers that flat together. When Arthur and Anne arrived, they were drinking beer and watching a football game.Anne had a drink of Wendle's beer, and he asked who went first last time."You did," Anne said."Crap," Wendle moaned, but Jason was happy. He escorted Anne to his bedroom.Arthur sat with Wendle watching the game until Jason returned."You took your time," Wendle grizzled.Jason was tucking his shirt into his pants, "Anne is. “Thank you Crag for stating it boldly with respect. Would you like to see me live up to what I’m asking you all to do?”“Yeah, sure, my lady.”“I like the challenge. Do you mind if I view it that way?”“OK? I guess.”“So, are you willing to be challenged to? Is there something of slut and lover that would be hard you’ll do if I meet your challenge?”“I’d like to. I can’t think of anything though.”A woman next to him said, “My lady, I’m Galloping Wind. Crag, you totally know what to do. Screw up your. Doug had removed the hay bales off the veranda and taken the boards off the windows. Just these two things made the house look a lot larger."I grew up in this old place, there were three other kids and my self; there's a lot of good memories here Tony, that's why I was reluctant to sell it to you. Alice made a good point though when she said the house needed a great deal of TLC. Like most farmers these days, money's a bit tight, so it makes good sense to sell it to someone who will take care of.