" Thank you Paul; All stop. All stations report. Engineering; how's it look back there Tammy?" Everything is in the green Capt. we are within .01% of ...ested nominal and the engines are synced to .001%. I would have to say we finally have it right." How does the rest of the ship look Paul?" All are reporting no trouble found at this time." Very good Paul; plot us a speed run back to the station at 50% power and keep a close eye on very thing. Helm; bring us about, set course 261 mark 119. Tammy. Such weight at the center.”“You are being ironic. Because of the king’s wealth.”“You’re not doing too badly either.”“You know this is the way of kings. Always. The greater the wealth, the greater the power. A meager throne is a weak throne. It represents the wealth of the kingdom. A king is as wealthy as his people, especially a peaceful king who does not strive to expand his kingdom and steal his wealth from other kingdoms. And if his job, so to speak, garners the greatest pay, perhaps it’s. Again stretching her once more. He removed the gag, and hood. The barn was pitch black, a bright light was shining in her face. She tossed her head around and around trying to blink away the lights. Trying to see what was around her, and more importantly who. He didn’t allow this. A rag over her eye again blocked her view once more. He pressed a straw to her lips, at first she wouldn’t take it, then soon she took a sip, then drank the water in the cup. She was left there to think. He went to. He was shy. He was handsome, but didn’t know it. He was clever, but didn’t know it. He was burning with desire, yet for what he wasn’t sure. He had heard of the visits of the old ones, the wine that some still left out for them, but he wasn’t sure it really happened any more. This year, as the season came around, he decided to venture out into the forest to see for himself.As luck would have it, these two met not far into the woods.“Oh! My! I thought you were a deer!” the young man exclaimed.