It Was His Turn (1)

"You said he asked a woman to stay for the night?"

The Second Elder was old. He had long white braids and a long white beard. He was short and had a walking stick in his hand. He sat at the table and picked up the pipe on the table. Inside was some tobacco. He went towards the candle and waited for the tobacco to ignite. He took a puff and refreshed himself.

"I said he stole the woman I wanted first!" Wolf said angrily.

"There are many women. You can pick another one." The Second Elder said as he poked the candle, "He's different."

"This is the first time he kept a woman for the night. Are you sure that he wants a woman ... not a servant?" he asked. His aged face looking particularly meaningful under the candlelight.

Wolf clenched his fists, "I think he only wanted to snatch her from me!"

The Second Elder took a puff on his cigarette and remained silent.