Paulus raised his sword over his head."Death to the traitors of our good Lord Sigfrid! Long live our Lord Lodewig! Long live the Lady Lieselotte!"The ...irkenhain men answered as one: "Death to the traitors! Hail our Lord!"Paulus brought his horse alongside Pelle's. "Reeve, we're not really bringing in that fat shit as prisoner, are we?"Pelle gave a grim laugh. "And give him a chance to weasel himself out? Never, this side of hell!" I have a length of rope with me," Paulus said through gritted. The only thing that seemed to make the slightest bit of difference waswhen she threatened to invite his parents over so she could introducethem to their degenerate son in his clownish girlie guise. That got hisattention, Steve was terrified that his father would disown him if hefound out. She was delighted she had found a chink in his armor. Theonly question was how she could use it to her advantage.She knew if she dragged their son before her in-laws looking likenothing more than a parody. She had planned on a quiet night, snuggled in a blanket on her couch watching sappy chick flicks by the light of the fire. Her boyfriend, Matt, was out of town on business, and she didn’t expect to get a call from him till later that night. The doorbell rang. Megan wasn’t expecting anyone. She hesitantly got up from the couch and looked thru the peephole on the door, and much to her surprise, there stood Matt with a dozen roses. She quickly fumbled to unlock the door and threw her arms around. Most of the young men and women moved out to the larger towns and cities, in order to find work. It transpired that Jack was the Captain of the village team, as well as being the wicket keeper.At the end of the evening when they were taking their leave, Sir Wilbur held Terry’s hand and said, “It’s not often these days that I have the opportunity to talk to such a beautiful intelligent woman! Thank you my dear!” “And it’s not often, that I meet such a charming gentleman as yourself!” She kissed.