"Which is why we're going to my chamber first - what's good enoughfor the King is good enough for me - and besides, a little warm-up for thisevening i... in order." Suddenly he steered me down into the outer courtyard.He dragged me behind him, past the smithy and the stables, to the Inn. He ledme through the tavern, where early evening drinking had already begun, and upthe stairs to the guest rooms.I recognized the knights' room. It had been mine the night before. This wasthe room in which I had. I can never be sorry enough. I take a deep breath, turning to face her. Carly shuts the door softly, leaning against it for a moment before turning. I sit on her bed, my heart in my throat."What did... what did you want to talk about?"Carly sits on the bed, bringing her legs up and crossing them Indian-style. "I- I've been thinking." She begins, and immediately I'm scared. Nothing good ever came of thinking. I knew that all too well. Her eyes flick up at me, "Thinking about you. About us." Us?". The French plots went mostly "under the radar" of both the English settlers and the British monarchy. They had very early on perceived the direction of the English Settlements and were willing risk all in an attempt to claim a sizable piece of the pie before their schemes were discovered. The English settler's effort to convert the Indians was lukewarm at best and the Indian Tribes seemed to be responsive to the French missionary's efforts because it tied in with their belief in a "Father. "Look in the mirror. You say you're a plain-looking girl, but let me tell you what I see. I see a tall, thin athletic-looking girl, with a toned body and long, graceful muscles. There's not an ounce of fat on you. I assume you got this way from being a competitive swimmer. I only met you last month, so I don't know, but I do know you have just the kind of body I'm attracted to. After all, look at me; I'm a tall, skinny geek. I think you have the body of a Greek goddess or something, and I can't.