Peter stepped out of the train station and the smell of crowded humanity, the waft of waste, the acidity of ever present smoke assaulted him. He breathed deeply, enjoying it, breathing in the smells with the brisk morning air. There was many advantages of this England. One of the main attraction was that he was not at all responsible for the mess the country found itself in, nor was, amazingly enough, Lucy.

He smiled broadly, that in itself was enough to make it attractive.

There was other advantages, He stared at his right hand and flexed the small ball that Lucy had made him. It had been so long since he had use in this hand, He could feel the untanned leather against the soft but grimy mound of his thumb. How he had missed that thumb! the smile broadened further and he stretched the arm over head. Youth was wonderful and he wasn't going to waste it this time round.

"So to Cally street, to finance our ongoing campaign, My fine Brother?" Edmund drifted to his side.

"How much do we need to keep the campaign? and what is the requirement of today's sterling product?" He echoed his brothers somber tone.

"Well, Our Lady of the Keep requests 1 pound for ongoing expenses, black inventory required is sugar, any meat at all and I was met with the expectation of stockings with no ladders".

Peter allowed "I, also, was approached by the physician for chocolate, who says it may be required for the Lady of the Keep shortly".

The silence was profound as he let Edmund digest this news.

"no chances of a giant's war here is there?"