As this mixture of the monk's own grief-stoked power and the wild magic of the mourning world around him rose to a mighty crescendo, the shockwaves of...such a demonstration of strength rippled beyond the ridge he was climbing to the valley beyond and those awaiting him. Feeling such uncontained magic and tinges of woeful emotion, the gathered sorcerers worried both for their own survival and for the mental health of the one they awaited. For they could conceive of no one else who could mix such. “Come back under the blanket, my darling, I need your body to warm me from the chill.”He rolled over until he was settled back into the saddle of her soft sweet womanhood and she sighed in the way that he knew meant she was ready for another round of slow easy loving in the shadows of the darkened night. It didn’t bother him that the Indian scouts could hear them coupling in the dark because they were not overly impressed with the white man’s way with females. He had lived with Indian women and. She went to the door. He enquired Ritu about their next door neighbour and told he had to deliver a small fish tank to the next door but it’s locked. Ritu told they will be coming only in the evening. The courier boy requested Ritu to take it and give it to them since he is coming from a long distance and has some more deliveries to do. She accepted and took it inside. She kept it on the table near her sofa and started her nap. Suddenly one of the goldfish jumped out of the tank, dropped right. "I never wanted another slave! I just wanted to be with you! You're all that I needed!" Isaac yelled, his tone softer than before but with more desperation than anger."But what about Alice? She wanted to be with you! She loves you just as much as I do! How is it fair that she has to always be alone? Why do only I get to be happy but she has to be miserable?"Holly's reply eased the inferno of fear and anger in Isaac's heart into a low flame. "Because it's the law. She's way too young for either.