I heard the crunch on the flagstone path as he walked away, and thesofter pads of the servant following him. I knew that now I was forgotten. Therules...were that once a task was assigned, the slave performing it could not befed, even water, or sleep or stop working until the task was complete. I moved off in an arc, centered on the general directionof where I guessed the Master had gestured. The first arc took me twentyminutes, the heavy hook often catching on the grooves between flagstones. Nelson sipped his tea and I noticed he had oiled his body after his shower and his rather impressive chest muscles and large nipples glistened in the morning light. “How can you not be impressed by such beautiful body, is it not Caroline” and I moved my hand to Nelson’s left breast and slowly but firmly massaged his muscle and nipple. Both nipples were now rock hard and protruded in my hand. Caroline looked intently at Nelson’s chest: “Hmm, yes sir…” I interrupted: “Its Jason Caroline…” “Ok. "There!"I slammed the book closed and put it down, with a final flourish that clearly indicated I was the mistress of sorcery around here. Why shouldn't I flourish a bit? This body was good at flourishing; it was made to flourish. I realised that I was babbling away to myself."That was definitely it. Just call me Ms. Magical. But not for long hopefully."I waited for what was going to happen. To be honest, I was shaking a little with fear. I'd had a crash course in the power of magic spells and. The one of the left followed as the Henry roared to life. The leader threw his spear and without watching it, turned to run. I shot out his right knee as I dodged the hastily throw spear. Down he went, screaming in pain. I slowly advanced on the downed man. He still had enough fight in him to pull out a knife. Looking at it, it seemed wicked. It was made of stone, flint would be my guess. I'd never seen a flint knife, but it sure looked sharp. I knew I would have to be very careful around.