Gavin heard the barking of order, and although he couldn’t make them out, he knew that his will was being done. He smiled, and headed for his tent. ...e needed a bath.The journey to the Duke’s house would take them several days, but it was Gavin’s hope that the Duke would run for his own castle. The grey skies and drizzling rain made the already muddy landscape seem dirtier still. The soldiers marched slowly, the weight of their packs, the battle weariness, and the weather all sapping their. Maybe a "Huh?" if you're lucky.I'm convinced my father was a great doctor long before he graduated from med school. Of course, not everyone knew that back then. He had to put in his time to get to the point where patients came to him and he could pretty much pick and choose who he wanted to treat.It was during this period that my mother started looking elsewhere for what she thought she was missing. After she left, he didn't have the time to spend every evening with me, but he seemed to give me. I knew she had no idea that she really was a witch. I wondered after what had happened to her should I tell her and Gret that they both were witches.They started asking where I was from and what I did. I kept saying just a place far from here.We spent the better part of the day getting to know each other. I felt like they both trusted me. I decided I was going to tell them both about the three of us being witches. I knew they would not turn me into the jailers. The worst they could do is think. Us guys were in the basement, drinking beers, smoking some grass and playing cards.I must've had a few too many, because I was getting my ass handed to me against these guys that I normally clean up against. I had just lost my last ten bucks, when my wife came down the stairs."Hey boys. Hey Jeff, how's the game going?" Oh man, I'm getting buried here. These guys just cleaned me out." Oh you poor baby," she said with a smile, bending down and planting a long, wet kiss on my lips. She ran her.