Torom was likely sleeping inside. And he wasn't likely alone. Why would apriest of Tsaia ever sleep alone?There would be traps. Corvan knew this. He'd... already gotten around adozen of them just to reach the inner sanctum. Pits of spikes, poisondarts, a chute leading down to a wolves den. All of these were possibleoutcomes if the stories were to be believed. Other stories...Sixty years ago a young prince had come to the temple and demanded hisbarren wife be made fertile. Torom granted this. I'd still manage the overall effort, but I hoped he could, over time, do most of the work on the Black Angus breeding.My knee healed quickly, once I quit abusing it. Things quickly settled into a routine. I was seeing Maddie two or three days a week, and we were becoming close. I wanted to spend my life with her, but I wasn't sure how I'd fit into her world. I didn't know any of her friends, her dad hated me, and I'd met her mom only the one time. I finally decided to talk to her. We were at. “He’s never asked me for anything. And, with what we’re doing...” he said.“Yes, you mean he deserves to have us, you, look upon this as a mandate of sorts,” she said.“Yes, something like that,” he said.“Do you need an office manager?” she said.“I will have an opening next month when Martha Orson retires,” he said. “But, I do have a few other candidates for the job, well qualified candidates.”“Hmm, so?” she said.“I don’t know. I guess I could meet with the woman and see whether or not she could. Now the process of her hardening-up once more had begun, and with a vengeance! With this thought she vowed she would endure this trial and surive. Harriet threw herself again heart and soul into the work, re-invigorated by having Gwendoline toiling away at her side. Amazingly she half kept the cold from overcoming her, although every second was sheer torture to her frozen hands and feet. And she started to wield the pick-axe so effectivley that even that hyper -critical taskmistress Gwen was.