Chapter One Hundred & Ninety-Four: A ghost and a Sword

The old couple argued all night. They were just happy to have gotten away from the enemy's tent. They had chatted for several hours before realising they had yet to eat anything.

"What shall we do? We have no cook," cried lady Argon. Lord Argon looked at her with raised eyebrows. How could she have no idea about cooking?

"What? I never cooked. I always have a cook for that," she said when she saw the weird look her husband gave her.

"Peter had maids growing up; he can cook. Is there anything you know how to do?" questioned Lord Argon. It was not because she could not cook but because at no time had he seen her make an effort to do anything. She even had a maid who helped her with her baths. He sighed; he wished he'd half even half of the privilege of her birth but he was thankful for the experience he had acquired growing up.

"Well, I can do a lot of things," she replied with a shrug.

"A lot of things like?" quipped Lord Argon.