No hint of a smile could be found on anyone’s faces and you could consider yourself lucky if you could even catch a glimpse of one of the members of...the Council.I couldn’t help but pity the Council. In a time where all their focus should have been on the impending war, they were forced to meet with the delegations from the mortal world. The responsibility of handling the policy of Untethereds on two fronts was proving to be too difficult to juggle. And it showed in the way things were being. He hoped he was wrong and didn’t get shot by his own guards. He was diverting around a large old oak when he heard the shout for the carriage to stand to and then the first shot and then a grunt of pain.Swearing, he realised the shot had come from the other side of the road. He was just about to divert onto the road when he saw movement. As soon as he saw the pistol line-up on one of his men, he fired. The man grunted and fell sideways to lie beside the tree the man had been trying to hide. Once in the morning after our gruel, once after plowing the field and once right before we were bound and kept in the barn.We worked seven days a week and periodically the Professor would come and remark on our progress.He suggested since there was no church that we be bound from ropes in the barn on Sundays by our breasts and arms and then left dangling while we were beaten once a week. Abigail was to tie us obscenely and expose our anus and cunny wide and then hit us with straps.Charles. "Gabrain, before he died, King Fergus explained the situation that Dalriada finds itself in. Oengus had no heir, Echdach has no heir and whatever we do with him I am assuming he will forfeit his lordship." Yes Scott, and before you say it, I am a young and untried King. What is on your mind my Lord? I have seen you with that look many a time before, normally when you are just about to share another of your ideas!"Scott explained what he had been thinking and was pleased to see Gabrain smile to.