"How so my friend?" Tradition has meant each of the Earls of Scotland maintains a private army of men. It's a little tokenistic, but it's meant to dem...nstrate the ancient status of the Earls as sub-kings of Scotland. I think each of us has around two thousand men under arms." Said Lachlan."Saints be praised!" Said Mac, "twenty thousand trained men. That certainly swells the ranks as you say, but they're not going to be able to do much against a million Chinese. Even Scott wouldn't fancy those. He was startled by Ron?s sudden appearance, hiseye caught by the clock atop the mantle. It was six o?clock already andhe only closed his eyes for a few minutes."Wha ? s-sorry what did you say?" asked Harry confusedly."Where were you today?" he repeated. "And last night, and the nightbefore!" I was ? err ? I was -," Harry couldn?t think of anything to say. Hedidn?t want to go through the entire story with Ron so suddenly. " ? Iwas at Hagrid?s." Hagrid?s?!" Ron blurted. "What were you doing. Others were now filing into the fuck-chamber on the other side of the glass. There was a reddish-brown-haired woman wearing a latex fetish nurse outfit top, some chains around her waist, a pair of handcuffs dangling from her belt – and a cosh. She was carrying a tray on which sat a carafe of light green liquid and a small crystal wine glass, which she set down on a bedside table. There were a few couples and small groups of people – presumably friends and relations of the to-be-deceased, all. "Is Felecia home?" he asked her.She cocked an eyebrow. "Hi," she said, licking her lips, "I've been thinking about calling you." Another smile. "We need some flower gardens cleaned out." She took a deep breath that made the boy blink as her breasts almost climbed out of her loose-fitting shirt. "I think she's here. Come on in."Felecia's mother called her, and she came hurrying down the steps, her luscious jugs jiggling wonderfully, and smiled at the boy. "Hey," she said. "You must be a mind.