He heard drums to the south, Abian war drums. There was a legion marching toward them. They clambered up and quickly folded and crammed their bedrolls...into their packs. They could hear the marching feet now, and knew that soon they would be seeing the forward phalanx. He grabbed the oilcloth tarp and they ran. It ripped free of the ties that held it to branches and he rolled it up as they fled.He flashed that they had forgotten their bows, but the lady had both of them in her hands, much to his. She might be considered a catch by some folks. I managed to control myself.Rita’s demeanor was very much all business even though she sat by me. “So you fellows are going to be packed up and gone by the end of day?” she asked, but in a positive voice.“Yes we will be in the car, and on the road ten minutes after we pay the breakfast check,” the self appointed spokesperson said.“That’s probably a very good idea. If I were you, I would go home and never speak of this incedent again,” was my. In the meantime, Penelope trained Attia in the same swordplay, spear throwing, and archery as she did when she was Druses. Attia had inherited her mother's speed and agility. In fact Penelope believed that her daughter was better than she ever was. She enjoyed the exercise even though Penelope was slowing down with age. Many times Attia had tricked her by going one way then pivoting and slapping her in the same manner her mother did many years ago. Only not in the ribs but stinging her ass.Now. You should have told me that AFTER we ordered. Let's see. What's the most expensive bottle of wine?" Though she was joking about the price, it was clear she relished having some wine.Remembering how tipsy they had both gotten on their last date, he said, "We'd better not. We got lucky in not getting into trouble with the under-aged drinking thing last time, but we shouldn't make it a habit." He'd resolved to keep things platonic, so the last thing he wanted was Christine loosening up after.