"I'm sorry my lady. After you left..."
Samson interrupted, "Bryce, you can walk and talk too. Get your rotting carcass in the bathroom and strip to your shorts. You can answer while you do it."
"Yes Sir. Sorry My Lady." He entered the bathroom and started stripping out of his dirty clothes while Samson placed a chair in front of the sink to shave Bryce's matted hair. He pointed to it, and Bryce got the message and sat. Bryce started his tale, "After you disappeared I was in a heap of trouble. I was chewed in front of the whole guard detachment, by your father. Then he sent them out, secured the room and switched off the anger. It was the weirdest thing. Like he was play acting!" The buzz of the clippers and falling hair started him talking louder. "He told me to find Samson
