I thoughtit would just be Vic (my husband). To make matters worse they invitedus out for a drink and Vic obviously wanted to go along. So I told the..."OK...but just for one drink."We walked over to this little bar a couple of blocks away. I kepthaving to pull down on the hem of my dress to keep it from sliding up asI walked. When we finally got to the bar, they sat me in the middle ofa big 'U' shaped booth, the head of the table...'since it was mybirthday'. Vic took everyone's order and. "Where you off to?" Checking van," Carl grunted and the fat face of Eric sneered."Richard wants ya."Carl looked at him intently, trying to read him for clues - surely Richard didn't know about his secret liaisons with Mary? "Sure," Carl said without thinking. "Where is he?" Over there," Eric muttered and pointed to an adjacent primary school. "Away from pigs." Carl watched Eric as he backed away, swinging his shoulder around. It still hurt from where Eric piled onto him in the alleyway against. Meanwhile, Janos had led his people to the shooting platform at the wall, and they were madly rushing to set up the scorpions.I had suggested that Janos partially assemble the scorpions into three pieces which could be quickly put together at the wall. He had done that, and that work was what had delayed us from leaving the fort sooner. It took much less time to get the horses ready so we were waiting impatiently for Janos’ men to finish their preliminary work and be ready to go. A separate. He retrieved his bow and got an arrow. This might be a magical fight, but an arrow in a psychical body would hurt or kill a flesh and blood man.Having been inhabited by an exterior force, Roland was giving the man the benefit of the doubt. He did not want to kill an innocent person, if at all possible.Things were happening with Haflor and the man. Flashes of light, and the smell of burning flesh all combined to make Roland sick to his stomach. Roland took final aim, and loosed his arrow. It.