My instructions, once I had told the young page I would accept the summons, were to meet "Lord Morgan" in his office near the back of the Palace. I fe...t that if I was going to the back of the Palace anyway, I might as well peek in on the kitchens.Did I mention that I was a cook?Dressed in my casual peasant robes, I didn't attract much attention at first. Then one of the junior cooks spotted me checking the seasoning in a broth pot."Out!" he yelled, running toward me and brandishing a wooden. I go to do the sampling now but make sure I chew up a little cornbread to keep from getting bamboozled. I let that squirrelly Sampson McGee get me cross-eyed with some polluted punch at the last school dance and he got all rambunctious with my personal female goodies before I could land a good one on him. I guess that's about as close as I ever got to "taking it" with a fella. Thank goodness he was so tipsy all he could do was lay on top of me like a daid dog.I hast to fess up that my pappy is. He knew better the next time he used the word NO. God forbid a woman ever hears the word no. It is the equivalent of the word cunt to them it seems. Lane had agreed to help him move his things, a bunch of boxes from the basement and garage. Robert wished his father had warned him about marriage. Pretty much for husbands (including Robert and all his married friends) you buy the house but are confined to the basement or garage. The rest of the house is hers. She may give you half of a closet,. The leader of the group that had captured them moved quickly to his side, speaking softly but urgently in his ear."Who are you? What do you do here? Where is your village?" He thrust the tall warrior aside and scowled ferociously at Mak, singling him out as the only male captive. "You tell or I kill you slow! King Bann the Mighty speaks!" I am Mak the Hunter, of village Wallen. We come from that way." He pointed off to the south, keeping a tight rein on his temper as he thought about the spears.