He held her hand tightly as they walked the long winding path back to the small house.She looked up through her tear stained eyes and could see the am...ber glow of the diamond paned windows. How she loved diamond paned windows. The closer they got she could smell the smoke drifting from the chimney.They reached the house and he opened the heavy wooden door and helped her in. He helped her out of her coat and scarf and wet heels. He placed them all by the fire to dry.She took a seat on the velvet. -oOo-Warmuth Bridge was three deep in soldiers when we arrived. The fields on the Montcross side of the river were littered with tents and horse pickets, and alongside the river I could see multiple rows of mangonels and catapults, each with piles of stone, shot and chains.The road to the inner keep cleared miraculously as we rode up it. Odd how the emerald green leathers of a wizard cause that to happen, isn't it? The inner keep itself was surrounded by a wide plaza. The expanse of open paving. The driver gets out and says, “I hope this is Mallard House!” Mort nods yes. The man holds his hand out, “Rick Jones. I’m sorry I couldn’t get here yesterday, like I promised. A family issue came up. I’m here to look at some trunks and weapons you have.”Mort grins, introduces himself, and takes the man into the parlour where he has the trunks, then he goes to get the guns for him to look at. Mort has kept them locked up for safety reasons. Two hours later Mort has a receipt for the items and is. There was two wards, upstairs and downstairs, sometimes one of them might have to help downstairs and vice versa. The new patient Graham was due a rub down, this was done quite often as sometimes they could spend quite some time in one place, Graham wasnt really needing this as he was more mobile than most patients, but it was part of his treatment so it was done anyway, when Lorraine moved Graham onto his side she felt that his fist had fell between her legs and was pressing ever so slightly.