"No, I'd like to hear about it. Believe it or not, I used to be your age once. And I know what it's like to have those hormones raging at that stage i... life." Fine," I replied cautiously. "She used to take care of me pretty often. And I mean she really spoiled me over the past few months. So if you're wondering why I've been a so tense and upset lately, there's your answer."I suddenly felt my mother's hand pressed on my thigh. She was rubbing my leg back and forth while looking straight ahead. "You think my arms grew while you was lollygagging today? Bring me the damn bag, boy, now!" Her chin wobbled when she yelled and her arm came up as if she would strike him. He hurried and dropped the bag into her hand, managing to get away before she could hit him."I wasn't lollygagging, Grandma," he said as he watched her tear open the bag and sink her too big, too white false teeth into the first piece. He never knew how she managed to eat the sticky candy with her fake teeth, but she always. It’s not a good place to be hanging around right now, though. Especially in your condition.”He eyed our state of undress meaningfully.“What do you mean? Why?” asked Emmett.“Bandits,” he said succinctly.I glanced at Gina, who was doing her jeans up.“Erm—where are we exactly?” I asked.“This area of the forest is known as Arthur’s Dent.”“What?”“Do you not know the story?”“Er, no…”“Legend has it that, centuries ago, King Arthur once travelled these woods with his sorceress, Merline. He fell from. The next day would tax me as I had to transport all that meat and hide home. It would take over a day as I was several miles from my homestead.When I reached my cabin I was spent. I propped the drag with its edible load against a tree and went inside. There I started a fire in my stove and retrieved a full bucket of fresh water. I was filthy with sweat, dirt, blood and gore. I needed a bath. I used a small cloth and two fingers of grainy soap that I'd managed to produce from wood ash and.