“Let her rip.”“Oh, shit,” Morales said with a chuckle as Jeff began banging the pan bottoms together.Morales, with his ears covered, tried to ...ell over the racket. “Shit, that’s even louder than I expected.”Jeff kept banging.Jasmine, growing tired of waiting for anything to happen, pulled the sheet back to ask why Jeff hadn’t started, but froze when she saw what was happening.As soon as she stepped past the hanging sheet, she put her hands over her ears. “That’s enough,” she yelled into the. ’ ‘You mean the wizard,’ said Anthony, ‘the Wizard of Oz?’ ‘Yeah, that’s him. Word on the street is that he controls their minds like a wizard or a hypnotist or a witch or somethin’ like that.’ ‘Sorry, Boss for correcting you, but—’ ‘But what Mario? This is not a good time to interrupt me. Can’t you see I’m having a private conversation here with my friend Tony?’ ‘Sorry, Boss, but a witch is a broad. A warlock is a guy. Maybe this HH guy is a warlock. Maybe that’s how he controls the minds of. Don't you, darling?”The double entendre was majestic.“Yes Karen, I do,” answered Kathryn who almost seemed to be under a spell, a good one if Alice could judge by the serene look on her face. Even more confusing to Alice was the fact that she clearly wasn't embarrassed at all to display her languid obedience as if it was the most normal thing in the world.They chatted for awhile more about everything and nothing, discovering their common interests - travels, old movies, crime novels, politics. They were too busy to be afraid, too busy to realise the folly of three hundred men trying to block the approach of an army of twelve thousand.The Danish King John and the Duke of Holstein were trying to subdue the free peasants of the marshes, in the low lands north of the River Elbe estuary, where German lands bordered on Denmark. Their huge army had already taken the centre of the region, the small town of Meldorf, and they were marching northward. The free peasants, being free as they were,.