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I am Miss Pancake Taylor. I have come from very far away to take care of my family Craig and Zita and Niamh and Emmet. Sometimes I have helpers; my friends the Blackthorn-Badgers. They are very old Scotsmen. I am very glad to meet you.

Thursday, 10 June 2010

The Battle of The Rath (Part 2)

The Colonel turned and raised a bushy eyebrow. “Now it’s himself.. Glad to see you back Sergeant-Major. Sorry about leaving you by your-own but.. The boys owe you a lot. Most all made it here.. Lost three of the Imperious Zouaves to those da’md Moth Mortars… Still could have been worse, much worse if no for you and yours.. Close thing though.. Heart nearly stopped as I waited for those trees to fall ‘cross the canyon.. I sh’ant complain about yon hideous great axe again.. Well not often. Glad to tell you your corporal made it back, Pipes and all. Lost all his music though.

Now Rhome Clay flew off with a message to home - they said The McOinquele will be bring’en them BlackShips of his up to bring us home, though it will be a few days I su’pect what with them Pyrates wonder’en willy nilly ‘bout the place, so Halvadar-Major Finehorn has the boys dug in ‘cross the heights ‘hind you. The Pioneers have whittled up a catapult or two .. and hammered stakes into the river to discourage visitors..”

Haemish-Mór interrupted. “Dugal have y’seen Callum? McG and I need some mending ‘fore we goes all floppy..”

“Heavens Haemish, Heavens! and me prattl’en on like that.. Certainly now, certainly. He‘s set up his tent down by the river. Monsieur Beauregard is there too. Says he is prepar’en a srcum’tious repast.. hy your own selves over and get set to right.. you should have…”

Haemish waved his hand. “Dugal y’have ‘nuff to worry ‘bout without tenden to the odd slice here and there.. Hope Beauregard is making croissants.. brought my own jam don’ch’a know. Did we ask ArchiBold to bring supplies ‘long with his ships? Runn’en a bit short of marmalade for ‘morn’en toasts…”

Regimental Sergeant-Major McGruph stumbled. No matter how desperate the situation the two Rhinosasauri never let it get in the way of their appreciation (if not pre-occupation) of fine jams. Thankfully Beauregard was the finest baker north of New Orleans and kept Haemish and Callum stuffed to the gills when ever possible.

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