"Nirella sighed again. "Alright," she said. "I'll go get my cloak." The junior guardsman extended his right arm, thrusting her midnight cloak at her. ...And my potions." The guardsman's left arm thrust her satchel of potions at her. "I didn't see you carrying anything," she said irritably. "Where were you hiding those?"The guard shrugged."Fine," she said. She threw her satchel across her shoulder and donned her cloak. "Lock the gates until I return." BAR THE GATES!" the captain bellowed to the. " I got down and she led me on my knees across the room.It looked liked post-modern medieval decor, devoid of anything of decorative purposes. The walls were bare stone of roughly hewn granite and gray. The ceiling was wood and bare bright bulbs hung down, casting harsh white light everywhere. The floor was cement, hard and cold beneath my hands and knees as I followed the girl. She moved quickly and I scampered to keep up."Mistress, this is..." the girl frowned and kicked my arm."Lisa," I said. ‘One of them? There are more?’Image of six warehouses, perfectly lined up in a row.Jackie could see better now. She suppressed a laugh as she saw more cans of Campbell’s soup than she could eat in ten lifetimes.“Are we going to take them all?” she gasped aloud.“Shhhh!” Alicia hissed. ‘There are others…’‘Sorry!’ Jackie apologized silently with her mind. ‘Where are they?’‘You’re supposed to be on guard!’ Alicia snapped into her daughter’s mind. ‘Just use what the Praetor taught you!’‘That’s more. I usually have a second helping--all this for only $14.95 apiece--and at least one more cup of tea, and I'm in rare good humour, ready to battle the pen show. That's how it was on March 22.We collected our gear and headed for the elevator. Suddenly I saw someone I know."Oh, my goodness, hi, Janey, I didn't know you were a pen person!" Air kisses from one of the dear PTA mothers. My teeth started to hurt early."Hi, Marilyn," I said. "It's not me, it's him." I pointed at the culprit as we piled.