I expected someone, anyone to have been there to meet me but there was no one. The villagers seemed indifferent to me, was I invisible? I just stood t...ere not knowing what to do. At last, a lady came over and carried my bags to a hut with a thatched roof. She smiled and was then gone.The only thing in that hut was a mat woven from something unknown to me. I was just so tired after my journey that I lay down and went to sleep. How I wished that I was back in the warmth and security of the. So she laughed and laughed. Perhaps out of desperation or enlightenment, the other villagers started laughing with her. As they laughed, they realized that the bandits chasing them seemed farther and farther away while the summit appeared closer and closer. In absurd laughter, they sang, danced and marched up the mountain. Even though doom was everywhere, they had to celebrate what life they had. Love was professed, love was consecrated, love was embraced in laughter as the villagers accepted. White Woman, widowed when Lone Wolf was killed in battle earlier in the year, and her two children, were among the refugees leaving Palo Duro Canyon in August-September of 1874. She was with a band of refugees who surrendered at Fort Still. When her turn at interrogation came around, she gave her name when asked, as Marie Judson Owens of Naw'lins."What did you just say?" asked the startled lieutenant."I said, my name is Marie Judson Owens of Naw'lins," replied Marie."Well you damn sure, ah. I have to say, you are most competent at casting. And the spell was fairly complex, too," the duke complemented."It was not a difficult spell, your grace," Roland responded simply."Good. Now then, you know how to draw a personal circle of protection, or a shield?" the duke asked.Roland nodded. "Excellent. Then let us begin. I want you to cast a circle of protection, then start with your weakest attack spell, and then keep going until you have exhausted your spells, or you breech my circle,.