...Rachel was walking around town buying supplies. This last week had been quiet. No sign of any danger. Vlad had retreated to his basement practising...his magic. Both trying to find a blood substitute and arm himself for fight they both knew was coming but hadn't talked about. Rachel's trail of thought was broken by a women tapping Rachel on the shoulder. She was about Rachel's age red haired with large breasts and long legs. She was dressed as a waitress. There was a company brand on her. “The guys won’t be too long.”He was still watching, but not the direction where the men were standing. A while later he spoke. “Your friend?”“Yes.”As my friend joined us he spoke again, his voice controlled, calm, yet there was something... “I’m sorry for your loss.”My friend stopped, balanced on her crutches she’d not yet mastered. “Thanks, you lost someone too?”“Too many.” His reply was soft, but that edge was sharper.The sound of vehicles broke the silence, tinted windows, anonymous as those. Just go with the flow, and see where it takes us. This is quite an adventure for all of us.”“Give me a cuddle, then, John. I am not used to being noticed in a big way.”Catherine intruded, “That goes for both of us, John dear, so you can cuddle us both to reassure us.”John did so, and settled back with the girls on either side, with his arms round them. At one point he noticed the driver’s eyes reflected in the car internal mirror, and smiled contentedly at the envy he saw.Their arrival at Brize. A singing boy approached the head of his litter, as he was being carried along, and played upon small pipes the whole way, just as if he were communicating some secret to his master’s ear. Marveling greatly, we followed, and met Agamemnon at the outer door, to the post of which was fastened a small tablet bearing this in***********ion:NO SLAVE TO LEAVE THE PREMISESWITHOUT PERMISSION FROM THE MASTER.PENALTY ONE HUNDRED LASHES.In the vestibule stood the porter, clad in green and girded with a.
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