The next morning she dressed in a very pretty lite dress and flats waiting for time to meet Kate. Going inside the dive Kate was there already looking...great and Mary grab her in a hug not a friend hug a hug that lovers would give then she loosen and looked into Kate's eyes Kate thought a moment then kissed Mary on the lips lasting longer then just friendly winked and the two women left. they drove in Mary's car and after tell her where the first house was Kate took Mary's hand in hers. The. I supposed this was part of the oral tradition, to record deeds in song and verse rather than on paper. I had noticed some wild exaggeration in the claim that there had been fifteen thousand Saxons and wasn't sure the verses quite scanned in places but I guess he did well in coming up with something so quickly. This was a first hand look at how legends were made I thought, through some brave men and a minstrel who felt he had poetic license.The feasting and singing went on long into the night. Chapter 2 – Sam Stinky’s butt was disgusting. A newfound respect for my mother grew in me as I lifted legs, shifted them this way and that, using way too many wipes to remove the foulness. The tingling started again, so I switched hands which seemed to stall the effect. ‘You’re gross, Stinky,’ I said, trying not to gag. She just smiled. Anything I would say or do seemed to please her. ‘Your butts all red now. What did you eat? It’s like toxic waste.’ More smiles and part of a laugh. I had to. I stood facing the door I just came through, the broken lock hanging limply. I followed the sound of the voices as they went passed the place I had been standing. I heard them going up, their jack boots making harsh noises against the tile and wooden floors.Taking a breath I was about to continue with my assignment. Then I heard something, more of a whimper. I spun around, my rifle pointing towards the sound. I saw nothing but a large desk and several chairs and bookcases. But something had to.