Patrilia sighed for the millionth time as he kept on following the spy. She was sitting beside the river bank, and he couldn't understand what she was doing there. If it were not for Karen's instructions to follow her behind and find out what she was up to, he could have gone back to the palace, taken a warm shower, and massaged his tired joints. "Get the hell out of there." He whispered. An idea popped into his mind. He took a small stone and threw it in her direction. He expected her to run away, but she stood, dusted her jeans, and climbed on top of the apple tree....