I grinned, “We’d probably be too late for the battle anyway. Why not share our seed with the girls of the north and the midlands?”Owen grinned, ...��As you say my lord.”I grinned back and shrugged, “Well if we can’t join the battle we might inspire new Saxon fruit on our journey south.Owen smiled again. He had high hopes.As Owen and I trekked back south my wound healed nicely. I knew by the end of the second day we could have made the march and reached King Harold in time. We had other, more. “I really like her, but that would mean us managing a total of eight concubines...”“So you would consider her?” Gillian teased while sucking his left nipple. “We can always add a male stud to the family to take some of the pressure off you.”“Well, I told Marge that you were in charge of my love life,” he responded. “Remember, she approached me a while ago - when all this began to look possible. If she hasn’t talked to you yet, maybe she isn’t all that interested.”“The hell she isn’t!” Gillian. Hans and Gerta had bought me a four day golf vacation in Hawaii, including airfare, hotel, and green fees. It was for right after Christmas, and would have me back home before New Years.The party broke up before seven. I'd mentioned to Mama that I'd told Emily I'd drop by, over at her house, because her father wanted to speak with me. She looked at me funny when I'd told her that, but she didn't ask any questions. I wasn't looking forward to the meeting with Mr. Carstairs, but I figured I had. Stalling Scott, however, was no easy task. He was starting to walk out the door when Silvia got to the bank."Silvia! What are you doing here? " Scott quizzed."Nice to see you, too Scott. Did someone die?" Silvia returned."For crying out loud can't a guy look nice ever once in while?" Scott complained. He was getting a little touchy about the suit and was wishing he hadn't put the damn thing on."No, you look nice. Have you talked to Stan about this weekend?" Silvia asked"Well I'm not going to be.