. If we were as close to the Brute's home base as I thought, she could lead her friends back and follow the trail of debris that the ladies had left.I... is night fall when we come to walls. It looks like a prison. All high walls and barbed wire. And very ugly. No wonder these guys are brutes. We are hustled into a badly built building of the old guard house, untied, and told to wait.I in turn examine the building we are in. It has a small front room and an even smaller room in the back. To my. He saluted the Count."My Lord, we caught this one and two others trying to sneak out of the village." he said. It was the village chief's son."Put him in irons, Sergeant. Also the other two. I will deal with them shortly. Keep a guard on them," Count Henry ordered.This whole time, I had forgotten about the slave girl who was the start of the whole thing. I asked Estridge about her."Where is the slave girl? How is she?" She's in the other room," he said. "You can see her if you like. She's in. I sat in my SUV and waited to see what would happen.James walked to a very fancy looking pickup truck with a rear cab and dual rear wheels. It had to be a very expensive pick up truck. It looked as though it had everything available sandwiched onto it."You Martin Thomas," James Boyle asked in a voice loud enough for me to hear."Who wants to know," the man in the truck asked."I'm going to take that as a yes. You need to get out of the truck," Boyle said."Oh why is that?" Thomas asked."Because. Even inventing a few if necessary. All apparently trying to 'out-slut' their rivals.It was a golden age for the tabloid press for the next year or two, and speculation as to which of my women was going to be the first to bear one of my children soon became a more important topic than even the Crown Princesses current attempt to bear a male heir to the throne. Actually that particular topic had now already arisen among us, but it was decided that starting our large combined family should wait.