" their driver said over his shoulder."Pardon me?" Raz asked."They had a lot of wars around here in those days." The driver stated, raising his voice ... bit to be heard over the clopping of the horses' hooves. "Big wars and small ones, and feuds that went on for generations. That's why it took so long to build the manor house. There wasn't much fighting right here while they built it, but the wars messed up the economy all around here. And when the armies came close, workers put down their tools. Is that not what old men do? Reminisce about the past and think of the way things might have been. I spent the first 30 years of my life believing that I would always be alone. I dreamt of a life that could have been, but thankfully, was not. I dreamt that I ran away from home before my mother and I reconciled and that gypsies trapped me and held me in a cage. I dreamt that they put me on display and called me, "The Devil's Child." I still remember the dreams quite plainly. My keeper beat me. "As for your memories... You're here because your parents wanted you safe.After we came through the gate from Morwon, I did what I thought was necessary to ensure your safety and happiness. I raised you, trained you, had you educated, and provided for you. Yes. I tampered with your memories. I did so to allow you grow up happy," he finished, with a sad sound in his voice."Please," I said, rolling my eyes, "You'll have me in tears, in a moment." During the 60's, the United States government, as. As he sank to his knees the Gunny cocked his head to the left and then to the right. This wasn’t the first time this had happened, so Jenkins was in no rush to try and get the Gunny to continue to the chow tent. As Jenkins watched, the Gunny removed his cover and placed it on the end of his rifle barrel, slowly stuck it past the corner of the building. The hat went flying as a loud crack echoed through the valley. Jenkins hit the dirt as did the Gunny. Soldiers poured out of the chow tent.