I swore at him and ran all the way home. Once in my own safe room, I'd collapsed and cried myself to sleep. Here, in the bar, the tears came back. The... flowed thick and fast, and in my blurry vision I saw that I was attracting many sympathetic, curious, pitying glances. I hung my head to try and hide, but soon I felt a rough hand on my shoulder. "You alright?" asked a man's voice. I looked up and saw a sight that took my breath away. The man frowning at me was at least five years older than me.. If that's all right."She laid her hands on the one at her waist. "Service is a master's gift to his slave."Corvus furrowed his brow. "What does that mean?"She drew his hand up her stomach until it cupped a breast "That means that it's all right for you to know me, Citizen. Service is life."Corvus gave an experimental squeeze. The flesh felt like nothing he'd ever touched before, soft and firm at the same time. Clover's nipple stiffened against his palm and her breathing quickened. "How may I. I had been practicing both the staff and bow, just as everyone in the valley had, but like the children, had been getting Master Jo's lessons privately. Grendel got a few apples and some serious attention from the clansmen, especially the children.On the third day I carried my bow as I ran. There had been some initial good-natured teasing from the women around me, as my bow was quite a bit larger than theirs. I took a 'sandman', as the clan called it, a large gopher-like creature with a running. After that first day, Jack was thinking that maybe he didn't need a tour guide but he could use an interpreter for the mystifying dialect spoken by almost everyone he came in contact with. In some ways, it was more difficult to understand people speaking his own language than the exotic tones of a foreign language in far-away places.He decided to rent a car and see the countryside. The weather had been quite nice since he had arrived and everyone was reminding him it was not normally as nice as.