I cleaned myself up and took off my shirt, covered up and fell asleep.The next morning as I got in to work Mandy was standing in front of her receptio...ist desk waiting for me water in hand. "Here is your water, just as you ordered, bottled. There are no messages for you." she had a suspicious smile on her face. As she handed me the bottle of water our fingers brushed which sent electricity through me. "Er, thanks." I said trying to smile and look normal. "I will be in my office if you need me.". He would not be up and about for hours, yet!She noted with relief that the plump and greasy skinned village maiden had been released from her uncomfortable captivity. She led her faithful horse down to the plain, not looking back once at the scene of her hibernal resting place. It would only have made her sad.The ground was still soft underfoot after the winter rains; easy for the still barefoot Princess to walk over. It was covered as far as she could see by a profusion of wild flowers, of a. Everyone fed them, no one really owned them. There were more than normal due to the extensive flooding from the recent storm.Pets were kept in runs or in the house. These were no more pets than the children of the town were pets. Animal Control? If you needed to control a wild dog, you shot it and nobody said a word. Since it wasn't illegal to discharge a firearm in the village limits people were always shooting at something.A word about "law makers." The necessary laws were written years ago.. " A spy? That doesn't make any sense!" Judy said, upset. "Spy on who?"He looked at her steadily for a few seconds. "The people around her, that's who. The more important question is spy for whom. That's where I'm assuming the worst: that she's one of those traveling through time. I don't know what happened to Mrs. Flowers and her daughter, but someone was watching us closely and reacted quickly when they left the rest of us behind."I don't know any of this for a fact, Judy -- don't get me.