It had cost me like hell to do it that way, but I did not want my presence here known. Oh, some knew I was here, but not many. Most who knew me at all... knew me by another name, entirely.I had a very dangerous profession. I was very good at it. I was thirty-two years old, and this was going to be my retirement home. It was also built for long-term independent survival.I was an assassin by profession, and a damned good one. One of the best in the world if I do say so myself.Winter was coming, and. And I didn’t know what wait on my way. I reached Jammu railway station from Delhi, I took Bus from station to katra, all was norm by this time, as bus stop at tea stall on mid way I noticed a Guju (Gujrati) couple.Husband Rakesh approached me and asked how far more to go, are you being to this place before etc. I tooled him I visit every year and I am quit familiar with the place etc. then he enquired about hotel’s etc. I tooled him about Good Govt. hotel near bus stand etc. then he tooled me. He urged his horse forward until he walked beside the wagon.“I wish to enter your service when we return to my home,” he said without preamble. Rucar took his eyes off the road long enough to gaze at the face beside him.“Why?” he asked simply.“Many reasons, I think,” Roderick answered with a heavy sigh. “I have spent the past month contemplating my role in the future. I considered asking to remain in Tyrell to join Yerrick’s men or the King’s army. I decided that was unfair.”“Oh?” Rucar. Then, there was a noise behind her, and she turned to see a lean, darkman walking towards her.“Ah, there you are, Lesh, she said, as she closed the door of thestall. I want Bukaro wiped down and brushed. And make sure you takethe bridle and harness off him.”“Wipe the horse, take saddle,” repeated the man slowly, as he walkedtowards the stall.“You can do that later, she said as she grabbed his arm. Right now, Ihave something else for you to do.”He knew what.