The figures were about eight inches in height, crudely moulded and almost featureless. They knelt upon a rough, but level iron base that was about an ...nch in depth. Though simple, the artefact had a genuine quality to it that made it a nice little piece. Cassie sighed softly as she looked at the artefact, not in frustration, but in sorrow. The friend who had handed the sculpture over to Cassie, a wild-hearted archaeologist named Clara Roft, had been missing for several weeks. She had been. You?’ She responded politely.‘Can I walk with you, or you taking your dog for its walk.’‘Both. I am taking her for a quick walk but that can easily be via your cottage.’She smiled and linked my arm. ‘This reminds me of that first time we discussed the Bar. Remember when you walked me home after?’‘I do, although I don’t feel quite the outsider these days.’‘No. You have become part of the village very quickly. Some have lived here for years and never quite integrated.’‘A lot of that is down to. ‘But only on Tania.’ I chuckled trying to lighten things up a bit. ‘So how does it all work, the marriages I mean?’ I inquired curiously, anxious to learn all I could about this land. ‘The way of things on Tania is that each common man takes eight wives and no lovers. That is why adultery is met with death, there is no reason for it and it only brings back the time of troubles.’ Pellenica said, as she looked me in the eye to gauge my reaction. I must admit I probably could have reacted better,. " I said."No Lucy, she needs to know. When I pulled her ass from the river, I didn't even know she had been shot. I thought she had just drowned. I kept doing CPR till the Paramedics arrived. I went into that river after her only because if I hadn't, her father would have would have arranged a very slow and painful death for me. I am no hero, and I know that. They found the bullet fragments in her brain sometime later in the ER.She went from the Lucy, who rode a moped from here to California,.