It was a slow moving train with frequent stops as the little towns were so close together. We all had the feeling that we were closed in upon with har...dly a space to breathe. The houses and buildings were so old and so packed tight next to each other. It was green though, not like the browned up cattle land at home this time of year.Tomorrow's trip would be one of crossing the Long Island Sound by boat. I engaged a captain to transport us. He was horrified that I had women who wanted to make the. He hadn't wanted her! Okay, his cock had, but his brain wasn't along for the ride! God, how embarrassing! She was going to have to quit, move to another team and another contract - she couldn't stay here after THIS! She stood there, trembling with fear and need - and embarrassment. But then a pair of large, gentle hands settled on her hips, and a deep voice rumbled in her right ear, "I think maybe we should talk, don't you?"Marion turned wide eyes on Aaron's. She opened her mouth, but nothing. Seeing the guards in the rear of our column standing while they used their bows from horseback left them speechless, as did the way the men in front of us spun their horses without falling off.“I couldn’t believe that the guards you only trained for a month were now more accomplished warriors than the Equestrians I rode with against Hannibal. One of them told us that you attacked a bandit who had a bow with an arrow already nocked and used just your horse, knocking the bandit down and pulling. He wasn’t a fan of clerics either unless they could ride, shoot or fish. He left all organisation to his wife. The role of curate had usually been offered to a deserving old codger looking for a gentle phase into retirement; there was never a shortlist, just a letter offering the post. Similarly Josiah found he was not in competition, he simply had to persuade Lady C he was the right choice. Or at least persuade her that he wasn’t the wrong choice. He was on a list of one. The post was his to.