as the morning wore on, it was only Cadwarra that hunted spiders. He mostly stared at her breasts as they bounced inside the leather tunic in sympathy with her ever-improving sword strokes. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught him trying to look down her loose fitting tunic as she bent to retrieve a valuable jewel one spider had some how pilfered and kept. Back home, she had caught other boys looking down her top and had invariably been annoyed by this. For some reason