..A middle-aged man in black traditional dress and wearing a black turban was dragging a very young girl who looked to be about nine or ten down the s...de of the road towards his group of six comrades. I couldn't really get a good look at her because she was constantly struggling and the man's movements seemed to always shield the girl from view. That plus the fact that with traditional Muslim dress, one can't make out any distinct physical features on a girl such as build. At first, we just. "Dave took out his phone and called Carl, speaking with him for a few minutes. He closed his phone and turned back to Lorene. "He's gonna arm 5 or 6 of his guys with some guns, and put them around the site. He's gonna give everybody else a whistle, so if they see or smell anything, they blow the whistle, and someone comes with a gun. He' got some combat veterans that he trusts not to choke up. We'll take 6 or 8 people out, too. That should be good enough. We can tell 'em to try shootin' over. They used their hatchets to crack open every skull and then dug out all the brains. Catla obviously didn't want to run out of pissbrain potion for tanning and she'd brought along our largest pot to keep the brains in while we traveled. Apparently all the women had expected us to need to thin the cat population up on the plateau.We made camp about an hour before sunset, but the women were not happy. There wasn't enough firewood available to build a fire big enough to boil water. Finally I had a. Concern. It’s . . . .’ Roger cleared his throat. ‘Who’s the other girl?’ ‘Why, that’s Elizabeth, of course,’ said Sean. ‘Who’s Elizabeth?’ ‘The girl you sent around about a month ago.’ ‘The girl I sent around?’ He turned to Emily. ‘The escort we contracted?’ she said. Sean nodded. ‘But she was for– ‘ Sean smiled. ‘I know what she was for. But I think she’s better for this, don’t you?’ ‘So you didn’t . . . um.’ Sean shook his head. ‘No, mum. The moment I saw her I knew she’d be perfect.’ Cynthia.