Traveller. What happened here?" I answered, keeping away from the house but in full view of whoever was inside and trying not to look aggressive.An ol... man limped out from the house. "It was a few weeks ago. The squire and his son were away hunting, and the big man was supposed to be at the gate guarding it ... but he was visiting his lover when the bandits came. They pulled everyone out of their houses and into the village square, they told us that they were in charge, and we had to move. Of. “No,” said Andrew. “Each Province will have a Marquis, yourselves. The Counties you establish will be the responsibility of a Count and under them will be Barons, who are looking after Manors.”“That’s pretty medieval,” commented the swarthy man.“That’s right,” said Andrew, “And until we are established and the planet is populated it’s going to stay that way.”The woman looked up and asked, curiously, “Why aren’t there any Earls in your scheme?”Andrew smiled, “Because there isn’t a female. She was beautiful, black hair that rested just over her shoulders and ended slightly before her breasts, pale white skin of a tone not dissimilar to my own, she had round eyes, an adorable perfectly symmetrical face framed by her wavy hair and a long straight fringe. She wore a turquoise hairband with an equally endearing bow attached. Her full pouting lips were a light shade of pink. The photograph showed Emily staring directly at the camera and was cropped just low enough to display her. Sandy could not believe the sight she saw. Miss Mallet was in the position Sandy had been to receive her thrashing. The only difference was Miss Mallet appeared naked except for, ironically, her black G-string. Her head was down on the desk, her hair had been released and was covering her face. Sandy glanced at Trudy who was fiddling for something in her bag. To scared to speak Sandy ducked out of sight and whispered to Trudy ‘Where’s the head master?’ Trudy shrugged. They both looked again.