Janet ’s Social S ensual Services and School (Book Two of the Tawe Sagas) By M yfanwy V ernon W illiams / 2 Published by Tretower Publishing / 3 This book is dedicated to Miss Day thanks for the letter it was a cosmic idea. . like Diolch Sideburns from the Varteg...nice one fella. The Tawe Sagas are dedicated to Mam T he lady that embodies the A ll - Mother Thanks for the editing and the birthing thing Especially for doing it this side of the bridge. / 4 Chapter 1 Janet walked into the utility and storage room; she placed the bucket with its cleaning items from on top of the chest freezer. “W ell this definition of being scrubber is at an end here.” Janet snorted ; she breathed trying to calm her anger. Janet knew she could let her heart unleash her anger not after the debt tha t could not be repaid Janet’s mind battled with her raging heart; Sian is dwp ... a stupid girl ; she does not know a good thing if it slapped her in the face with a wet fish Janet’s heart ragged. You know what a good man ca n do to you Ja- net’s mind countered, her heart deflated at the pain of the memory of Malcom. The love of her life, her husband, her dead husband her mind supplied another painful memory to silence her heart , and it worked. Her mind took the lead, Mark was something else even with her jaded opinion of life and her gift Mark still h ad a mild effect on her, she had to admit to herself. Mark influenced womankind from his heritage, a son of the lady of the lake how could he not . For someone that was so normally so sensible with a n old end head on young shoul- ders, Sian was being extra stupid. She had probably pissed on her chips with Mark now; what he d oes must have given her an extra dose of it to make her extra stupid . Not her problem now she had been sacked; even if not she would walk, she would not be spoken to that way Janet’s rage r ose up again. Her calling was one thing and her duty as custodian of Nant Ysbail another but this? T he Sisters of the Seven will have to have to find another to take over her tour of duty which had run for donkeys’ years . She knew Gladys would try to pull rank, but if she was so concerned ; she could get her bony ass up here and have be the custodian under cover cleaner . C lean up after th e tourists, some of them worst that the clients at the massage palour in Thomaston / 5 Janet packed up her few belongings from the shelf in the util- ity and storage room plac ing them in her bag. She looked at the stack of her magazines and decided to leave the m. She saw none of the m had the blue shimmer of enchantment un- like their missing shelf - mate . Janet smiled at the memory she had planned to give it to Stella a little nudge to get over Owen, blow out a few of the cobwebs from her womanhood If she got laid, she might start to see her daughter was crack- ing and see the two - faced god squad were taking her for a ride as they had been doing for years. So, a little love spell en- chantment of the magazine with the g igolo story was cast to could help things along. I f Stella lost the B&B or her daugh- ter cracked the floodgates would open and she would proba- bly end up in some cult being ripped of by some pretty boy Turkish holiday resort waiter like con artist. Janet knew she could not let that happen; the Thomas family had been if not knowing for a few generations now custodian s of the spring with its healing and insight waters ; a gift to the people of the Tawe valley from the goddess Ysbail for watch- ing over her sleeping giant son Cribarth The giant waiting in his slumber until called again by Arthur the once and future king. If the shield of the farm was lost the spring would be ex- posed to have an executive new build housing estate or such like built over it , that would be a disaster. So much had been lost alre ady from the rape of man to the earth, the shadows of the long night growing with each assault. The people like the sheep on the hills; to stupid to see they were building their own funeral pyre W ith each purchase of the shine new ‘ must have item s’ , the y buil t and forgot in equal measure. Too few of her kind to hold the line of the light from the dark , the true nature of the goddess was long forgotten to most, apart for a few like herself and the Sisters of the Seven . The centuries old cover story of the goddess being mother like saint had held but even that was all but forgotten now. / 6 The Thomas family was now in danger of be coming extinct, Owen senior had seen this crisis coming; years before thanks to his heritage g ift from his magical ancestors. Also knowing his time was short on the plane of Abred his daughter unable to carry a child in her womb. His only son Owen junior hav- ing just one daughter left on the earth plane to carry on the line. His concern a woman cou ld not run the farm and hold custodianship a very misguided option. But at least he was not to pigheaded to seek the aid of the Sisters of the Seve n ; a coven of women no less . So, when his time on Earth ended Ja- net’s tour of duty had started, but the untim ely death Owen junior , the Thomas baton had been passed to Sian. She was far from being past her childbearing years, but the sands of time were slowing ebbing away. Sian to preoccupied to find herself a husband let alone starting a family while she bore th e weight of her mother pain and her collection of leaches. What frustrated Janet was there were no lack of good suitors in the valley and beyond, that would think they had won the lottery to put a ring of Sian’s finger . While fill ing her belly with child and restor ing Ty Thomas and its custodian ship for the future ; if be it a new name. Unfortunately, Sian’s mother and now an ill Olwen had left Sian in a limbo of duty to them her the present being highjacked by the past and the shadow of stealing her future looming. Janet had considered acting outside the limits of her custodianship may times, to snare a good suitor with a love spell cast on Sian and a suitable suitor. But c ydbwysedd would only recert itself in the long run . She may be a strong with Adultrach - craft but not strong to hold back the misbalance. But a little love spell on the mother to give her a little ‘bed hair’ would lighten Sian’s burden while keep ing with in the boundaries of rules of custodianship. The All - Mother had taken matters into her own hands; Janet’s low magick folk love - spell had been redirected and Mark was summoned. / 7 Janet smiled with the memory of how it had started to unfold in the beginning, but now Sian had snatched defeat from the jaws o f victory, Janet shock her head as the memory turned sour, she picked up her handbag , the old cord shopping ba g with the rest of her belonging inside she walked out the back side door into the minor garden area of the B&B. Janet in- stinctively reached int o her tabard front pocket to receive her packet of cigarettes and lighter. Her hand working on muscle memory finding only finding thin air made Janet aware her tabard was in the cord shopping bag and her cigarettes and lighter where in her handbag. Janet s ighed at the realization, she considered one last smoke at this spot she had spent so much time over the years. Talking to herself; berating while reading ‘Well Well Well’ magazine; its self - proclaim ing itself to be a Welsh everyday life magazine, but all readers knew it was just a gossip mag like its UK wide counter parts with var- iations of the wor d talk in their title. Like all her works of magick use; talking to herself in the garden was a good cover story to work with nature elemental being s and the spirits that worked with her in custodianship to maintain the white magical protection shield around Nant - Ysbail Janet decided against the idea of one last cigarette , Janet just settled for a wave, she felt great sadness in her heart, the emotional c ommunication from her below non - physical custodians . To anyone not of her kind; she looked like a crazy bag lady waving at a birdfeeder. Janet heard a car start up, she left her now former workstation walk ing around to the main courtyard see saw Sian drive off down the track. Janet took her lead and walked towards the path leading to the spring, she had to break the news to Ysbail her tour of duty was over. Janet decided to break the news first with the non - breathers she owned them the most, they would ha ve to fill the gap until an entity cloaked in flesh could replace her and be a focal point dispenser for their defensive energy. / 8 Without her or one of her kin d cloaked in flesh; the other cus- todians spirts would be like a rudderless yacht in choppy seas, only so much you can do with sail positioning to keep your- self off the rocks. Janet entered the grove of the spring the air temperature cooled from the water vapour a welcome relief from the heat of the sum mer day. The song was strong here Janet reached out with her gift; and could hear the individual orchestral vibrations within the song. Janet listened harder to the vibrations of the living fad ing them into the orchestral vi- brations background letting the beings of the Annwn plane came to the fore. “Owen I am sorry I can’t well - you were there.” Janet called out There was no answering reply from the Earthly realm tha t could be heard b y conversational means, Janet smiled at thin air ; the emotional communic ation message from Owen under- stood the feeling in her heart akin to waking from a nightmare and the relief on the realization it was just a dream. “Okay Owen if and they have this so be it - laters” Janet nodded. She walked along the opposite path to the o ne leading back to the B&B and leading to the other side of the woodland back to Abergiedd . As she walked towards Aberg- iedd away from the sound of the running water, Janet saw the shimmering haze edge of the protection energy shield around Nant - Ysbail Janet passed through the barrier to the outside as any entity cloaked in flesh could pass from the inside to the outside. A ny entity cloaked in flesh could pass through; but only the welcome could remain, the unwelcome would soon feel the effects on the fl esh from the protective guardians within. For being of spirit and energy they could not enter if not welcome. “Oh Shit.” Janet said aloud to herself. / 9 She sat on one of the many park benches at prime spots with great views of the valley on the foot path back to the village. Janet pulled out her phone scroll ing through the contacts for the numbers of the other Sisters of the Seven Janet reached Glady ’s number and hit dial, the phone made the connect and started to ring. Janet took a deep breath ready to d eliver the news on the events that had happened in the B&B, Janet looked up at Cribarth in his slumb er his day job as the sleep- ing giant mountain. “Ho pe you and Arth ur are waking soon; I am getting to old for this shit ? ” She told the mountain on the opposi te side of the valley. The ringing stopped and Janet heard Glady’s voice in her ear. Hello; you have reached Glady’s phone. Unfortunately, I cannot take your call right now, but I would like to return it as soon as I can. So please leave me a message aft er the beep. Janet breathed out with relief on realizing it was a recording of Glady’s voice not a live call. Janet hung up and opened the text service on her phone and typed one word.... Cwmgwrach A dd ing all her sisters in the text, then sent the text message. “Well Cribarth that’s it done a coded call to arms.” Janet informed the slumbering giant ; Janet went into her cord shopping bag pull ing out her cigarettes and lighter, she pulled one out and li te up. Inhaling deep ly, Janet savoured the smoke in her lungs with the nicotine rush of relief that it rewarded her with. Janet looked at the panoramic view below the patch- work view of shades of green with the ribbon of blue of the river Tawe. The footprint s of man w ere prese nt in this part of the valley with the ribbons of grey of the roads along with a sprinkling of the buildings of man and the cultivated green ar- eas . But the earth still ruled here, tolerating man only. Lost in thought Janet fell heat on her fingers; whining Janet flicked her cigarette onto the ground and stamp ed on it. / 10 It was improbable that her cigarette left on the packed down bare earth of the footpath would start a mountain fire of the bone - dry ferns that bordered the path. But she would not be responsible for the death of animals. The popular misconcep- tion with Welsh mountain fires was, a few dead fer ns got toasted no lose , the sheep could get out of the way. Not even sheep are stupid enough to let themselves get roasted, but if they do well there are plenty of them. Okay there was the odd farmhouse or English guy ’ s holiday cottage could b e burnt down , but very farmer has a garden hose and can fire fight un- til the fire service got there. The English guy still in London; well if he can afford a holiday cottage, he can afford insur- ance Janet did not care on the fate of sheep, farmers or house owners of any nationality. She only cared about the animals that could not escape , t he nesting mother birds and their young, the mother hedgehogs, foxes etc. A nursing vixen in her burrow feeding her young ones; the smell of smoke snaking into her home; her sur vival instinct screaming to run from the incoming heat and now choking smoke. But m aternal instinct trumping her survival instinct ; her yelping in distress pups holding her to her duty. I and my babies will be okay here in this underground home we are safe. The mother animal would have thought before the end; but it would be her last but one thought. Her babies having small er lungs than their mother would have coughed their last and died. With larger lungs her last thought would have been real- izing her babies were dead then she shared the same fate as her babies. Janet heard sobs and realized they came from her “Get a grip on yourself you silly cow.” She berated herself Janet sparked up herself another cigarette; determined now that the second cigare tte would help her go into a semi - hyp- notic state. Janet saw now with her conscious mind what her un conscious mind had seen whiling unleashed her gift. / 11 The new green shots of burns growing from the blacken scorched earth below. Her gift had felt the pain of the earth - bound spirit of a mother vixen; seeking in vain for her c ubs ; Janet knew the young and innocence souls of the cubs went straight into the light with Annwn beyond. The cubs having no ties to the Abred plane; the mother vixen on the other hand was in anguish seeking her cubs unable to leave this plane. “Bollecks....empathy is a bitch oh well let’s go foxy.” Janet told the un - listening spirit of the vixen. Janet went in to her handbag and pulled out her battere d old leather crane - bag with is bone hook and eye fastener; a gift from her grand- mother. As a young thirteen - year - old beginning her training in the crafts; she had been appalled at the thought of thought of her grandmother killing and skinning a large b ird. Her grand- mother had just laughed; telling her not to worry ; i t was not made from a real crane that was just a name it was just made from old boring cow leather . Janet had taken the crane - bag gingerly and felt its weight, she sh ook it hear ing the jingle from the items within. What is in it she asked? Her grand- mother re plied tools, Janet was confused her grandmother had laughed. “Do you remember that western film your grandfather made us watch last weekend ?” Her grandmother had asked. Janet no dded. “Well you remember the native American medicine - man that was talking to John Wayne and did then his thing?” Janet nodded again. “Well what he was doing was nonsense; I am no expert on na- tive American medicine - men or women, but I know enough. What we do is like what native American shamanism do’ our crane bags are our peoples’ medicine bag “ Janet stood and took one last drag of her second cigarette and stamped it one like the first, she opened her crane - bag. / 12 Janet pulled out ten smooth river pebble s and a dried crow’s wing with its brass handle. Janet placed th e pebbles in two lines of five a metre apart. With the crows wing she made beckon ing motions whispering a spell of passing, with her gift she saw the vixen raise its head and look in her direc tion. “Come on foxy that’s its let’s go I can’t hold the gate open for you for long.” Janet whispered between verses of the spell. Janet felt t he vixen came cautiously towards the gate stones. Within the en- chantment field around the pebbles; the vixen ca me into view in a translucent spectral version of how she had been in life. “That’s it come girl.” Janet pleaded. The spectral form came into the space between the pebbles, moving like a wild animal coming into feed in a garden at night from food put out for it. Something on the other side of the gateway had caught the vixen’s attention, her ears pricked up and she walked into the ligh t. Janet breath ed out and closed the gate to the other side Janet sat back down with the effort of holding the gate open for so long. Janet looked at the new green shots of burns growing from the blacken scorched earth with distain. “FUCKING BASTARDS” Janet shouted at the new ferns ; s he breathed hard using her gift had sent her emotions into turmoil . Janet breathed hard ground ing herself regaining control of her emotions. The pain of womb was spurned by the hand of man , only the sweat of the mother ca n heal , her grandmother had told her Janet did not understand at first ; b ut as the years past Janet had come to understand what grandmother had meant. Men had an inbuilt evil and cruelty about them, they could not help it; it was hard wired into them. Th ere were good men but even they had it within them also, just in lesser degrees, like a dog they could be amazing pets / 13 H elpers and in some cases even die to protect the ones they loved. But the wolf was still inside the dog , under the right circumstances the wildness of wolf would be unleashed. You could avoid dogs all together; but your life would be poorer for it, yet only an idiot would leave a newborn baby alone in a room with a dog. Crying about it after the baby had been torn to shreds was no good , a s was telling anyone that would listen the dog was normally okay . As was putting the dog to sleep afterwards; men like dogs need ed to be trained and allowed a pressure relief valve for their nature . To ignore that ; is at your own peril, you may be lucky a nd get a ‘ Gelert ’ but maybe not. Janet opening her gift to help the vixen; she had learned that some stupid boys thought it would be a laugh to burn the ferns. They meant no malice and would be horrified to learn what they had done, but the damage was done. The hand of these boys had caused pain to the womb of the vixen and the sweat of Janet’s brow had healed the pain or at least she had stopped the pain. Janet looked at her watch and saw the time. “Shit he will kill me.” Janet told herself . Janet stood again and at pace walked down into Abergied d ;; she reached the edge of the village. Janet took a short cut across the village’s rugby field a big no one normally but it was quite this time of day. Janet had a ready reply - get over yourself and wind your neck in - if the grumpy rugby club steward sa w her and shout ed his objection to her shortcut. As she hurried across the field ;Janet smiled to herself at the memory of that New Year’s Eve in the rugby club. When she and Malcom had decided to take a short cut across the rugby field her heels sinki ng in to the ground. The damp ground m aking walking next to impossible; in good spirits and drunk Janet had, had a fit of the giggles . Malcom in the same state as her , next to useless in helping walk, he too in- fected by Janet’s giggles laughing he gave up / 14 Despite the cold night their drunken lust took them over a s they started to become amorous, hands exploring each other’s bodies while locked in a kiss. Then suddenly night became day, Janet and Malcolm broke their embrace and heard the shouting. Getting over the shock of suddenly being in day- light, the realization came to the couple; it was not daylight it was the pitch’s floodlights. The shouting was Mr James the rugby club steward, the couple laugh ed and run into the shad- ows. “You will get me barred fr om the club .” Malcom had com- plained. “Not with how much you spend on beer in there .” Janet and replied. In the shadows and under the cover of the grandstand , they re- sumed their kissing and exploring each other’s bodies and cel- ebrating their love Janet now nearly near the other side of the field saw the bushes walls and other places of cover the local teenagers used for romancing over the generations. She and Malcom when they had been teenage sweethearts ; had been VIP members of the local romancing sites. Although painful the memories were sweet, about all she had of Malcom know apart form Bradley of course and some as- sorted knick - knacks. Lost in her reminiscing Janet felt solid tarmac underfoot instead of the grass of the rugby field. Janet walke d along St Telio street the houses overlooking the rugby field with their first - floor windows offering a free view of the games on the rugby field Reaching number fifty - seven St Telio street , Janet turned on to Brynhyfryd street with its classic miners t erraced houses like thousands like it across the villages, towns and cities of the south Wales coal field area. Janet stopped outside number thirty - six B ernard ’s house , much like its street - mates it was non - script, clean and in good repair. / 15 But the hous ewives of yester - year would be mortified with the state of Bernard’s front doorstep, the rest of the front door- step s of the whole street was in a shocking state compared to days past. The compulsion to scrub the doorsteps was a pas- sion shared by miner’s wi ves up and down south Wales val- leys in the past when the community was still strong, and coal was still dug from the ground . To have a dirty doorstep was a sign of lack of character; an advert that a bad wife and mother lived in the house. Call it equality, enlighten times and pro- gress if you want; that the days of women on their knees scrubbing front doorsteps for the sake of their social standing were long over. Replaced today with double g lazing, and other pricey stuff, the new wives and mothers having to fol- low their husbands in to the workplace to pay the interest on the loan for the shiny new stuff T he planet choking on the crap the factories churned out to feed the demand for the pric- ier - L ook at me Mr. and Mrs. Jones we are keeping up with you The Jones not happy that the Smiths had to have more new shiny stuff upped the game and the game went on and on . T he Jones and Smith children running feral or left with child minders. “MADNESS” Janet snarled to Bernard’s doorstop. Janet fished in her bag for the key, realizing her had left it at home she cursed her forgetful mind, a senior moment. Janet feel like she was turn- ing in her mother with each passing year. She walked into the small concreted front garden, she brushed away the dead leaves that had gathered in the far corner to the fake stone with its hidden section for Bernard’s spare front door key. “I will have to brush these up for him ” Janet told the fake stone ; Janet laughed; bemused with herself taking to magical stones was one t hing plastic ones was an- other. / 16 Her bemusement turned to anger when she remembered a story a few years ago. A woman was its Cardiff ? She had spent sixty odd years brushing leaves from the pavement out- side her front doorstep, then had some clipboard clown from the council knocked her door threating her with a fix penalty notice for littering if she did it again. “Dwp” Janet snarled again. “How stupid can you be; they are leaves they fall that’s what they are doing... , chip... chip and society falls apart , we suffer the Earth suffers CAN’T THEY SEE IT?” Janet looked around; who am I talking to? Janet asked her- self. Janet realized the fight with Sian and Stella, the saying goodbye to her fellow custodians and helping the Earth - bound vixen had unbalanced her more than she thought. She real- ized needed more grounding to feel alive, that was something Bernard could help her with. / 17 Chapter 2 Janet put the key in the lock let ting herself into Bernard ’s house, the familiar smell of the hallw ay hit her. The old well - polished wood paneling and some floral blend s cent she rec- ognized from only Bernard ’s home. Janet looked up at the only wall clock accompanied by its fellow wall ornaments all military themed. A testament to Bernard’s time in inte rest in the army, to her dismay she saw she was over an hour late than the time Bernard had expected her. “Poor old sod he must be hungry.” Janet told the picture of the younger Bernard and his fellow pictorial comrades. Opening her gift using e motional commu- nication to speak with non - humans took her out of corporeal time Janet wondered about the phenomenon - I was abducted by aliens when I realized I had lost hours - she had read in the trash mags she loved. If crazies, fantasist s, attention - seekers an d the anal probes aside, did the real alien a bductee s mistaken aliens for some- thing a little more - Earthly just not of this plane. Janet laughed, the thought striking her by strict dictionary definition her Earthly Faye and other were aliens. “What are you laughing at? “Bernard asked. “Aliens and anal probes.” Janet replied. “New line of work?” “Not exactly.” Janet gave Bernard her best - will you walk into my parlour?” said the Spider to the Fly smile. “On second thoughts I don’t want to know.” Berna rd replied , h e looked at his watch “You been with the spooks again?” “That is offensive.” “Give over no its not.” “Well it should be.” / 18 “Come on I only got spooks, gingers and fatties left bloody PC Nazis you can’t call a spad...” Janet held up a warning finger silencing him mid - flow; Janet gave him a forgiving smile. Bernard was one of the nicest people you could meet and would give you the shirt of his back. But Colonel Bernard Turner ret was old school joining the army at sixtee n and working his way up through the ranks to retir ing with the rank of c olonel . Serving and decorated by his country many times over, he had no time for the ‘non- sense’ as he called the younger generations than himself wal- lowed in as he put it. Janet wishe d she had a pound for very time she heard. Bring back national service, the cane, hanging borstal s and other assorted similar gems Janet shared many of his gripe s and opinion s , she too hated the current trend for being offended at silly little things ‘triggered’ .... oh get over yourself get some real problems . They had both shouted at certain TV shows so many times on the evenings they shared together. Janet felt that despite some differences around the edges. t hey were opposite sides of the same coin his yang to her yin, be- ing in unison with good manners. You could be black, white, green or blue with yellow dots, worship a man in the sky with a beard or not . If you have certain bits between your legs or rather have bits the others had, it did not matte r. Treat all as you would like to be treated if that was not was not recipro- cate d showing mutual respect then bollecks to them and give them both barrels. “Yes, I have been talking to the sp... oh hell Bernard you have me doing it now.” Janet replied , she sat on the sofa opposite Bernard ’s reclining medical chair , she felt tears threaten to break the surface. “I thought it would be something like that you literally are away with the fairies when you do your thing” Bernard nodded sagely. / 19 “I will get you so me supper.” Janet said losing the fight but still h eld the line with the battle with her tears. Janet went to get up, Bernard placed his hand on hers. “Its okay I have eaten I had some steamed trout and a green salad.” “Trout?” “Yes, I swapped some of my monster pumpkin seeds with Tom down the allotment, he wants to grow some monsters for Halloween with his grandkids.” Bernard replied , Janet bite her lip plac ing her fingers forefin- ger and thumb in to her closed eyes feeling the tears start to come. Her nee d to ground more evident, the army of her tears having reinforcements from the knowledge she would never have her own grandchildren. “Tom the seventy - two - year - old the Tawe fishing club presi- dent guy that got into a punch up with two twentysomething kayak e rs over disagreement about using the river. When they told him what he could do with his fishing permit and then they threaten him he handed them their asses to them on a plate ? “ J anet asked , Bernard laughed. “ Yes, Tom the retired royal marine; the soy boy basher.” Janet realized the reply came from above her not directly from her side, distracted by the fight with her tears she had not no- ticed him stand. “I thought you had to put the trout back after you caught them?” Janet enquired; Bernard smiled “Well I won’t tell them if you won’t, I will go and warm up - ” His smile faded when he saw the weak smile Janet could only muster in reply, the deep concern on his face for her was the final straw and the tears came. / 20 Bernard placed a hand on her shoulder. “ Peidiwch â phoeni fy merch ” “I am hardly a girl and there is a lot to worry about.” Janet retort ed her reply a little sharper than she intended, to her tears were a sign of weakness . Even with this man she felt comfortable with , trusted and shared s o many of the demons as he had with her. “ It m ust be bad for you to use so much of your juice to get in this state?” Bernard asked , h e did n ot fully understand her gift ; but know- ing her the way he did had come up with his own means to understand the way s he used gift and her ‘juice’ only went so far. Janet nodded and explained all that had happened since the fight with Sian and the possible consequences. Bernard stood in silence listening to Janet telling what had happened. Finally vent ed and spent, Janet noticed that Bernard was hid- ing a grimace, taking his turn to fight the pain and not show weakness. Her heart went out to him she knew him; he was a man’s man; - weeping woman what to do with them? Stand tall and strong be the rock, ignore the arthriti c pa in. You were at your allotment patch; your mate Tom comes to his pa tch next door, you both have an unconscious battle of - who blinks first, and the army is better than the navy - There is a little homebrew wine in the shed that takes the edge off the aches for a while. Win the battle or los t with honour you can have a rest after- wards; with that friend witch - carer of your will be a round to do you some supper later. But she does not come you have to good your own fish, but you are a gentleman, you cook her a fish as well. Added to this as well a weeping woman blurring out her woe s to you. “Ignore me and sit down before you fall down.”