"What is your name, barbarian?" I ... I call myself Danica." Well, then Danica, My name is Olorin. I've been instructed to explainour situation to you... so you best get comfortable while I prepare yourhistory lesson."I tried to get as comfortable on the chair as I could while Olorin wentto a large pile of papers and books and searched through them.He grabbed a scroll, and said, "Ah. Here we are. The ballad of theSilver Cleric."He pulled apart the scroll and started reading in a sing-song. It is evident to everyone watching that it isn't Rukhshana who is steppingout of the CEO's grey metallic Chevy at five past eight AM and walksthrough the corridor with determined steps, dressed in black tuxedo with awhite shirt and flowery necktie, on low heeled shoes with low socks insideand a roomy suitcase hanging in a shoulder band. I don't know it at thetime but my coming wife is among those eyeing me while I am walkingthrough the corridor, and she is nodding interestedly to what she. ‘Oh! Well”, he muttered. “She did ask and in that sort of question I won’t hold back, call a spade a spade so she will know that she can’t shock me, if that was her intention”. No further comment came till later that evening, this was the time he did venture onto the sites for he did chat with a couple of women that were on the other side of the country and who he would most likely never meet. Her signal came through ‘Helen here Mick, got a bit side tracked, certainly was not expecting such a. As far as they were concerned he no longer existed.CHAPTER TWOWhen the men woke up the next morning they were met with dead silence. It was eerie. After three days the blizzard had moved on sometime during the night. There were no more wild, violent gusts of wind threatening to blow away their hut. The pounding of snow pellets was also gone."Let's move our asses," Knowles urged Frenchie and Ryan. "Grab your kits. The storm's gone. It gives us a chance to get moving again so we're leaving right.