Wild boars, snakes, ravines. The list of tangible dangers were endless. Time passed slowly until with relief the soft hoots of an owl reached his ear...s, a signal from one of his warriors. He swiftly changed direction, finally reaching the gathering of his most-trusted warriors. He slid from his horse before it had halted and pushed through the hushed circle to stand over his wife. A wife that was dirty, dishevelled, and sleeping curled at the base of a tree like some lost forest sprite. Fury. Dave asked what he had shot the final day and Farhan told him seventy. Dave was even more disappointed now, as he thought that he had been three shots ahead of Tom and only would have had to shoot even par to win.Dave shock those thoughts from his head as Farhan started the interview with, "Dave, you have had a rough twelve days. Can you tell us what happened on the Saturday morning you were supposed to compete in the final round of the National Championship?"Dave gave a brief and summary. Tie. Again. One, two, three. If you tie again, I will tie you wrist to ankle and tickle you.’ Francine smirked, but Christine flushed. I needed something stronger for Miss Martel. I did not need it yet, because Francine won the next round. She chose to go second. I intended a contest, but the exact nature was still undecided. I prevaricated by taking a scarf and blindfolding Francine. She was so limber that restraints seemed pointless. Instead, I decided to have her make things easy for. I opened my eyes slowly. They felt heavy, they way they did when I hadn’t slept enough. A young girl about tweleve stood in front of me. She was slightly dirty, a streak of dirt on her face and her hands crusted with something I couldn’t identify. ‘My lady, the Laird has ordered you new gowns and a bath. He would like to see you when your ready.’ I sat up slowly watching her carefully. ‘What is your name?’ ‘Tilda, my lady.’ I smiled. ‘How old are you Tilda?’ ‘Fourteen summers, my lady.’ ‘I’m.