" I have an interest in Old Cunish, and Artuma, master of the Three Seasons inn in Cairncross and a friend, told me you might know more of it than mos...." Artuma, the name is familiar. I've known three Artuma's during my lifetimes. The only one I can think of who had any interest in Old Cunish was Artuma of Mardain, a warrior of some skill, a tall, well muscled man." The Artuma I know is tall and muscular as well," I answered. "We've not spoken of his life before he became an innkeeper. He said. I will not have you impaled, Bellerophon, or even boiled alive. Or burned. Instead, a swift stroke of the executioner’s sword should do the trick. Then I will have your head mounted above the gates as a warning to any future priests who might get ideas of breaching their sacred vows and seeking to murder a mother of the royal seed.“As for your acolytes, Bellerophon, which I can surmise you probably buggered, that is not their fault, whichever ones they might be, and they are not yet sworn. She was soaking wet, even as he watched she slipped a finger down to playfully rub herself. She pulled it back and held it to his nose so he could smell how excited she was. That was the final straw, he was now rock hard and ready for round two.Hmmm, so what should I do next baby? Maybe leave you tied up and make you watch me? or should I play a bit with you?He had never seen her so playful, she was being an all out tease, and it was making him hard as hellO, I know, I’ll do thisAnd with that. A teenager, I guessed.As the doctor removed his stethoscope, Nurse Sydney put the thermometer under my tongue again and reached for my neck. Even though I saw it coming, and even though I tried to steel myself, it was still a little overwhelming. I flinched as both Sydney's thoughts and feelings flooded over me.Doctor Bales noticed me flinch and quickly reached to touch my neck in the same place, asking, "Does it hurt here, Michael?" No," I replied as I shook my head slightly. I let him probe.