None of the outlaws got away, and only 3 survived to be turned over to the Baron's men.The word of the fight reached the Baron's ear, and he in turn t...ld King Martin.A few weeks later, I was summoned to the King's court.I knelt nervously in front of the King while he studied me at length before he spoke."I have heard much about your prowess with your axe." He said. "I am sure the tales have lost nothing in the telling." He rubbed his chin. "Tell me about the fight with the outlaws."I told him. As my wife and I were newbies and from the UK, we attracted a lot of attention and pretty soon my wife had a succession of men chatting to her. One in particular seemed to interest her and after about fifteen minutes, I saw the guy had his hand on her leg just below the hem of the nightie and she wasn't doing anything to discourage him. For a couple of minutes, he just let it rest there then I saw him move it up under the nightie as he said something to her. My wife replied then got up and came. That same girl, maybe three or four years older, in hipster jeans and a red t-shirt emblazoned with some American slogan. She stands, looking cooler than ice cream on the street corner by the lamp post with the other popular kids, the centre of attention with her long her and her green glitter painted fingernails. Apollo walks by, he's grown over the years, his hair scruffy, in baggy shorts and a ragged t-shirt, skateboard under one arm. The other kids, older than him, sneer down their well. ‘That’s the Central Police Station, where Spokeswoman Lee-Dolkivna has her office. That’s where we’re going right now.’ The three women walked alongside the church as they approached the police station. Maria Elena instinctively crossed herself when they passed the entrance. Cecilia commented: ‘Stop that. They don’t do that here. Their church is different from what you’re used to.’ Maria Elena looked at the front door of the cathedral and noticed a Priest wearing a simple black robe and a tall.