They are holding him at the barracks, 'olding him as ah, ah, a spy for the rebels. That's what I was told, a spa, spa, spy. He is in great trouble, ga...e your names, ladies. Sorry. Just checking, asking about as it were. Captain André sent me of course when he heard your na, na, your name, Miss Conroy." He blinked and waited, awed by her beauty as usual.Amelia Robertson laughed and Anne stood quickly, hand to her mouth. "Oh no," said the old lady, "not him surely, that nice boy, a spy. They must. I could hear the arrogance in his voice.I stepped out of the shadows. "You shouldn't be so over confident about your abilities Maelstrom."He turned to face me. He was a couple of inches taller than me with blond, windswept hair, cornflower blue eyes and an expression of confusion.The female looked at me as well. Her hair was dirty blonde. Her brown eyes took me in. She looked familiar but I couldn't place her.Taking advantage of their surprise, I put Maelstrom to sleep and forced the female to. We fled here specifically because it is far from anywhere useful.’ ‘Then we’ll go overland.’ Thurlith muttered. ‘That would be…difficult for me.’ Larel noted, quite tactfully. ‘Indeed. Which is why you will be my Captain of the Guard and protect this tower.’ She flushed slightly, in pride or embarrassment, he wasn’t quite sure. Either way, it was hard to see in her dark cheeks. ‘And you? What are you?’ ‘For now, merely a mercenary. Soon enough I will be the lord of this tower, then I will bring. And it's all worth it when thegirls at the salon finish with me and Sarah sees how pretty I look andfusses all over me. It's heaven!With me looking my best on Thursday evenings, Sarah and I would oftengo out. And while we have had plenty of adventures on Thursdayevenings, the truth is we had, like most married couples, a fairly setroutine that was very comfortable for us.Our favorite place to go on Thursday nights was the Old Water Mill Inn.It is about 30 or 40 minutes outside of town, so it.