A nun glowered at me, “What do you want as if I do not know.”
“Why an unsullied wench wherein to exercise my cockstaff,” I explained reasonably, “As is my right.”
“Then you must see the mother superior,” she said, “Wait here.”
The wait was interminable. xxx18 My breeches were around my ankles. “Madam I need more than a glass of wine, send the wench or pack your things,” I insisted, “You have until mid night, if I can not have the wench you shall vacate the premises forthwith, do you understand?”
“He is taunting us,” the grey clad nun blustered. I led the horse and somewhat to my surprise the nun followed. “Why yes, it is you who have grown old,” she taunted.
