“I’m better now, thanks. I guess that I just needed a good kick on my ass.”I raised my glass to her and took another sip before leaning back aga...n and relaxing. However, the woman wasn’t done.“That’s just a start, young man, just a start.”I had been somewhat worried that getting rid of all those bodies would turn out to be a problem, but the people at the restaurant were much more knowledgeable about that particular issue than I was. Clothes would be burned in their oven, and no part of any. Now, it seemed, like the changes were part of the country’s fabric and would be difficult to shrug off to bring things back to the way they were before the ascension of King John to his pretender’s chair. The tired knights returning from the Holy Land had their belly filled with violence and they, to a man, desired only peace and quiet in a restful environment. The petty political in-fighting of royalty and government was not their cup of tea and they did their best to stay away from the fray. She wanted to be nowhere near the remains of the house she had lived her entire young life in, which I completely understood.Neither of us slept a whole lot that night. We laid out under the stars, with me holding her. She laid her head on my chest. We talked some, but not much. When morning came around, I asked her if she wanted breakfast, but she said she really wasn't hungry. Neither was I, to tell the truth. The images of Kathia's violated body kept coming back to me."Where should we go?". I looked over the rim of the small glass to see Jordie staring back at me with wide eyes. “That atta girl!!” She threw her hands up in the air, turning towards the dance floor. Without hesitation I followed her lead. This is where the real problems begin. You see, I don’t hold alcohol well, it goes right to my head same with Jordie. So it was no surprise that within thirty minutes of the first drink there had been about two shots for me and heaven knows how many for Jordie. The point is that I.