“There is no place in this town for you, farmer”, he said in a sullen voice. “We have our own problems here. Go to any other village to the east...behind the woods or back to the south.”There were two other men in the tavern, one of them an old man in shabby leather clothes with mud on the underside of his boots. On the table beside him there was a longbow and a rusty knife. It seemed that he was a hunter or maybe a deserter from the armies in the south. He stood up und walked over to Henry and. She looked at herself in the mirror on my closet door, really looked at herself. And there I was beside her, undecorated, smaller, more compact, with a gymnast’s broad shoulders, slim hips and strong legs. She was taller than I realized, my breasts more bashful than hers...“It is henna,” she answered, breaking my train of thought. “It is a dye. I’m told it will last for as long as it takes my skin to wear off. Perhaps two weeks.”She drew a shaky breath. “And yes, I would like a bath as. In the end I phoned our solicitor, Martin, he had some experience in this area as he'd handled Geoff's insurance. Martin said he'd check with some brokers direct and sort it all for us. An hour later he rang me back saying he'd managed to sort our insurance for a little under £3,000, which was more than expensive but less than eye watering, he was also sorting the tax disc out, which would be about £1000 for the first year. Running a supercar certainly wasn't going to be cheap, but I couldn't. “Gerome don’t send him out alone. Do you hear me?”“Don’t worry half the time Tommy is shadowing us and I’m sure he is armed,” Gerome explained.“Then god damn it you listen to him. I do not wan’t anything to happen to that kid,” I said. “Or you either.”“Neither do I Ed. He is a likable kid,” Gerome agreed.I was worried about the kid. He really was too young to be involved with us old farts. He still thought that he was invincible. That was how we all felt once upon a time. To some extent Gerome.