He knew it wasn’t her fault, he had no one to blame but himself for his weakness. But somehow, it still came back to her. She was the one that he co...ldn’t resist, the one that drove him to drink his sorrows and loneliness away. At about 11.00pm he passed out and had what was possibly the most peaceful night of sleep in his life for years. Ivy woke up the next morning with a pounding headache and she had, at some point fallen off the couch and was lying in vomit. Suddenly her gut wrenched, Ivy. ??? Omer had never given up. Finally his many secret agentslocated Aurora. They surrounded theschool and prepared for their method of attack. Meanwhile Aurorahad just started second period when all the light suddenly went out. Then sheheard foot steps storming down the hall way in the direction of her classroom.The door swung open and Omer stepping into the classroom surrounded with hisbodyguards. ?Aurora?, he said. ?Ihave come for you, please do not make a scene, and please come with us to. On day three I felt much better. My headache was gone, and except for some residual stiffness, everything except my left knee and ankle was feeling much better. The women of the house were in a collective good mood that day, making me feel even better. Adara spent most of the day in the cell with me; she had been assigned the task of improving my Arabic. I would never pass for a native of course, but Basheera had a plan to account for that.Adara was a delight, she was so eager to learn and so. In any event, I was now twenty-four years of age, and a Captain in His Majesty's army, a far cry from the sixteen year old apprentice scrivener caught poaching on his estate.Lord Brownlow was very affable and friendly; he offered me a cigar, gave me a glass of wine and bade me tell him the complete story of Quatre Bras. I did as best as I could, taking sips from my glass as I relived the memories of that terrible day. When I ended my story there was a long, heavy silence. Eventually his.