Then he spoke. ‘Secure him in the castle tower. At noon on the day after the next full moon he will be castrated in the plaza that encircles this ca...tle. I will have a change purse made from his balls!’ Mona stared, almost not comprehending as her husband, spewing invective, was forced up the steps to the tower at sword point. Surely her ears and eyes were deceiving her. Peter watched as his rival was led off and then turned to face Mona. ‘Your husband is a fool, But he has excellent taste in. "The Emir ignored him and walked over to table 67 where he sat down. This left the Maître d' with no choice but to bring him a menu and signal the Head Sommelier to serve in that ill-regarded corner of the establishment. The Chef de Station was also told that this customer was to be served only by Paulette. The Maître d's most ardent desire was that this extremely wealthy customer should be kept happy. Tips in thousands of euros were very rare, even in La Potinière, though what the young Emir. Without thinking I turned into a passage that appeared to run the entire length of the two buildings, stopping abruptly at a brick wall dead-end.I fleetingly cast my eyes around the confined area, over the dirty, unwashed windows covered in cobwebs and city smut that overlooked the alley from two levels. Each building had a black door, beside which sat two large red rubbish bins, sending a pang of excitement up my spine as the peril of being discovered increased. Behind me, I heard the scrape. Those sixteen hours would change Billy Jackson's life for ever. The lad was only 17 and had graduated from high school just two weeks before. This European adventure was a graduation present from his doting aunt Beatrice. But the journey Billy was about to take was nothing like the tourism, museum and art gallery-filled adventure his aunt had in mind."Being on your own and discovering new, exotic worlds will make a man of you, Billy!" So said Beatrice two weeks before. By giving him airfare and.