[JonPop]

A flash of light and movement caught Sir Bret's eye. Sir Marty had galloped up the hill and dispatched a spammer sniper with one thrust of his lance. He was observed dismounting and picking up an object.
He rode quickly back down the hill and dropped his lance and instructed his squire to clean the spammer stink from his weapon.
He again dismounted and approached the King.
He held out a lap top and said Your Highness, I saw a spammer pointing this at you and was able to ban him before he could activate the Ctrl Alt Delete.
The King looked and saw that, yes, his name had been entered and had been only moments away from being deleted.

The King quickly dropped the lap top as it was extremly hot and starting to melt. They looked in fascination as the lap top melted into a puddle of goo.
The King bowed at the waist and said, "Thank you Sir Marty, I owe you my life. Good work."

Sir Marty got many claps on the back and attaboy's from the other Knights. The King instructed that there be a toast to Sir Marty and to break out the Rum stores.

After several rounds of toast's to the Brave Sir Marty, which went straight to the head because of the heat, they lingered awhile and determined that the wagons and the many tracks, had headed West toward the Kingdom of ThundersPlace.

Finally, the King felt as if they had gotten all they could from the vacant site and after much pouring over the spam print-outs, his best linguists could decipher but little of the spammer language, decided that they would
leave this foul place and make camp upwind for a few hours, then head toward the Kingdom of ThundersPlace in the cooler evening hours.
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