<strong>Lady Beatrice</strong><br/><br/>“Ssshhhh!” Smytthe exclaimed .<br/><br/>The key in the lock but Smytthe hesitated. The snake was lurking about and all the business with the blanket who knows where it got off to.<br/><br/>There was a groan beside him. Smytthe looked over to see the pale face of Throckbottle.  His brows were pinched as though an enima had begun to give his bowels a nudge.<br/><br/>“Does everyone know these two but me?” Smytthe asked in a whisper.<br/><br/>“Count yourself among the fortunate,” Humphrey mumbled.<br/><br/>Smytthe glanced down the line of cages to see how much time he had before the approaching storm arrived. The answer was not long at all. In fact it was too late.<br/><br/>Lady Beatrice was there and Lily beside her as she looked from the two men. She peered in the cage and saw two young women, a blanket, a burlap bag, and a snake.  She sized up the two men. She stare hard at the key in the lock.  Her voice just on the threshold of a threat.<br/><br/>“Is there a problem with the key?”<br/><br/>Smytthe threw himself against the bars. His voice a choked screech, “There’s ah frickin snake inside!”<br/><br/>Lady Beatrice gave a look. The kind with one raised eye brow. The piercing kind that turned Vampires into ashes.<br/><br/>“Yes, a worried Cobra. Very popular in Ragmapour at the Temple of Earth Gods.  There are also a few monkeys.  This place bares a remarkable resemblance in some respect to that part of the world.”<br/><br/>“Out of my way young man,”  Lady Beatrice demanded with her white gloves and hand bag.<br/><br/>“Butttt..” Smytthe began but it was too late.<br/><br/>The lock went click.  Jethro hissed and danced up and down in snake distress. Lady Beatrice pulled at the cage door.  Her voice a snap of a whip.<br/><br/>“Off with your shirts gentlemen,” she barked then softly to lily. “Would you be so kind as to collect them from our escorts dear Lily?”<br/><br/>Then Lady Beatrice turned her attention to the occupants in the cage. She spoke to the girls.<br/><br/>“Hello lovies!  I am Beatrice Tsade, Lady Beatrice and who might you and your forked tongue friend be?”<br/><br/>