”“I’m sorry to interrupt,” Periwinkle told us as she walked up. “Master Julien was very specific about our instructions for you Marta, and y...u already know what the first one is. Are you ready?”I watched as the young girl took a deep breath, nodded, and stood up. You could see the sympathetic look in Periwinkle’s eyes and the flush of Marta’s embarrassment as she slowly removed her clothing. Julien’s people certainly knew how to pick them, as Marta was lovely. The jet-black hair hanging down to. Soon it would be her turn again. She would have one last chance to edge out one of those girls for the event ribbon on this beautiful sunny Saturday morning.The same sun was starting to beat down heavily on the meet contestants and the judges and the workers keeping the field all shipshape for the events. She was starting to sweat a bit but she knew that was a good thing. It was when she was not sweating that something was not quite right with her body temperature. Her hair was pulled back into. She motioned her agreement and backed away, down the steps and out into the yard.I found a young man in a small bedroom just off the front hallway. He was covered with blankets, up to his neck, but his face was visible. The odor in the room was tolerable, the blanket having masked it somewhat. I threw open two windows in the room, and then retraced my steps.I told Bridgett what I had found. "He's in the bed. He died there, the way most people did. I can't be certain that it's your son. Do you. Next, he checked his 1911 Colt Semi-Automatic in its US leather holster, and the three magazines. Then turned his attention to his Cartwright rifle. The weapon had been cleaned earlier that day, so he checked that the magazine was filled and checked the safety before sliding it back into the rifle holster. The bandoleer was loaded, with 40 rounds of ammunition, this and the rifle case he placed beside the pile he had selected. He was deciding to leave his kukri behind, in favour of a commando.