"Take her hood off Brit. I want her to see every thing we are doing," He pulled her bag off, but did not remove the duct tape from her mouth. I didn't...speak to her at all. I spread the tarp over the newly finished hardwood floor. Then I put one folding chair in the center of the tarp. I personally pushed her to the chair."Sit your ass down," I said as I pushed her down. "I would ask if you were comfortable, but I don't give a shit." She tried to speak. "Not yet Mary Ellen you will get your. Where was I? Oh yeah, the display of watches. I felt a tap on my shoulder; it was a smartly dressed security guard."I'm sorry sir, we are closing now sir," he said in that deferential butler voice that only a Brit can do properly.I blinked owlishly at the timepieces, they all said 19:00 and it was dark outside. Flustered I allowed myself to be guided out onto Oxford Street; I had lost a whole day. My cousin is an epileptic; he has what's called absence seizures where he just locks solid staring. It’s early, but perhaps there will be some ready for harvest.”The small band had come through the swampy lowlands with no further close calls, and were now nearing the top of the first plateau. The horizon now appeared to be well over a day’s travel away, and their surroundings much more open and inviting; differing from the menacing closeness they’d come through in the past few moon cycles. But they must still be wary. There had been enough known hazards in their world before. Now their world. They have hidden them on Djamilla's orders I expect, because the old Emir had the harem cleared when he took the throne." Well, I know he had his predecessor's wives strangled, but what happened to the children?" The boys were all killed and the girls were cut, sewn and sold. The prettier ones were also disfigured so as to make them less attractive," was the reply which shocked even the Emir."I shall inspect these children in an hour. All of them," he ordered, "Someone shall be whipped for.