The Watcher swept through the cramped and unchanged alleys to make his way to the small house of  O’Hare.

He burst into the house in such a fashion that the maid ran off in fright. The untidy O’Hare was sitting in his oddly placed lounge chair with his feet up. Gin in one hand. Mince pie in the other.

“Good God man! What’s wrong?”  O’Hare shouted in fright as the Watcher entered the front room.
“I come on a matter of great urgency.” He said.
“Go on…”
“ As you know. It is close to day 6 of the week that was given to Miss Isabella. It is most of the way through the week and Alexander is still alive.”

“Yes. So?”

“I Do not believe she will carry out his death O’Hare…”

Mr O’Hare got up and stood beside the fireplace.


“I Believe she has developed strong feelings for the boy.”

O’Hare seemed to tense up.

“I Have often seen them kissing…”

Mr O’Hare cut him off mid sentence.

“People often kiss. She is simply trying to gain his trust so that killing him is that much easier. She would NEVER disobey me. She knows the consequences if she does.”

“ And you know the consequences  for yourself if she does.” The watcher said sharply.

“Yes…. Does the king know yet.”

“Yes. I told him before I came here. I came to tell you that you will be picked up later today around 2pm to be taken to the forest. It’s a long journey so we must leave early if we wish to arrive on the last day. If Miss Isabella has not disposed of Alexander… well… lets just wait and see.”

O’Hare gulped back his worry.

“Oh and O’Hare. King Fredrick says don’t even think about running away , because he WILL find you. See you at 2pm.”


The Watcher left. His coat billowing in the wind - the little maid came out and quickly shut the wide open door.
Mr O’Hare stood motionless for a few minutes before dropping his glass of gin on the floor. It shattered into many pieces. He still stood still.
The little maid came up to him.
“Master! Master! What’s wrong.” she said in panic.
“ Oh Caroline. I Fear.. I am a dead man.”