The old man was completely bald but had apparently tried to make up for his extreme hair loss by growing a bushy white beard on his chin instead. "Who is it?" the crotchety face demanded. "What do you wan- Oh my god, Jenny!" he suddenly exclaimed, coming to horrified life as his eyes moved from Ulysses' haggard face and that of his weary manservant to the young woman they were supporting between them. He hurried out, his walking stick clattering to the black and white diamond check tiles of the hall as he crossed the threshold. "What happened?" he demanded of her, taking her faces in his hands, his own visage as white as a sheet. "It's already dark. What have you been doing?" "I was searching for the beast, Father." "But out on these moors, with that monster on the loose?" "That's exactly why, Daddy. That's precisely why I had to go out." "Sunset came and I began worrying about where you had got to." His tone was chiding, precisely that of a parent punishing a child purely as a result of their own feelings of fear, panic and love.
What do You think about Pax Britannia: Human Nature?
