Twenty Nine

ALPHA OLIVER

Now where is the little waif? I’ve been riding up and down here every damn day! It is not like I don’t have work to do or anything. She did say she comes here in the afternoons, so exactly what time does she come here?

Madonna paced up and down in her chamber. The weather was stifling. It was a very hot summer, she longed for a swim. Dare she take a risk? She did not want to face the wrath of that cold blooded reptile, otherwise also known as the rightful owner of the lake she wanted to take a swim in. Making her mind up, she grabbed a towel, her cloak and headed for the Marquis’s lake.

Damn it he can’t be so selfish, he must just learn to share.

She treaded cautiously around the cascading trees, not sure if she was more terrified of the wild dogs or the crocodile himself. Nervously Madonna arched her neck to the left and right, trying to spot anybody or in particular a man on a black horse. She could see no dust rising about

anywhere into the air and so, began to peel