][Well, be modest if you must, but I am going to purchase a longer sword as soon as I can find a suitable one. I can now see what you meant about havi...g a longer weapon to reach a target on the ground. It will be a great advantage to be able to stay mounted and not have to drop to the ground to fight men on foot. Now, let us go pick up my wonderful lance and salvage that lion skin. I am going to enjoy wearing it in cold weather and when I want to impress somebody.]I just stayed out of the way. " I suddenly felt asthough the weight of the world had been lifted off my shoulders."Samantha?" Mom and Dad both asked."Yes Samantha," I said proudly. "I don't want my world turned completelyupside down. This way I can still be Sam, thanks Rachel." What, I never..." Oh! Yes you did. You named be Samantha yesterday, I know you were justjoking but I really do think it's cool." Well then your welcome, Samantha."Mom added, "Well then Samantha it is." I just wish I could wiggle my noise like. I stopped outside my now closed door, hesitated, then opened it and walked in. Kneeling on the floor in front of my bed were D&L. Please not again, why are they doing this again. Either of them could kick my ass in a heartbeat and I'm not ashamed to admit it. Yet they are always being subservient, hmmm,... to me, no one else, just me. They interact with everyone else as equals, even the twins, not employees, equals. Yea, they use the term Mistress, but the tone of voice and the inflection is. Hoping the lions were busy with the mammoths, Tarog undertook to slide his broken body across the grass toward the rivulet that flowed into the marsh. Slowly, laboriously, he moved forward, toward the high grass, away from the lions.Then he was at the stream, pushing his face in, rolling his whole fevered body in, letting the cold water wash the blood and broken flesh from his shattered leg. What now? Can I live like this? With this leg I can never be the hunter I wished to be. No, I'll stay.