"To whom, sweetie?" To your Mother, Mistress. To my Mother-in-law, Deidre."Bethany tried one final time, "Who is it that you are being presentedto?"Su...denly he understood what I was hinting at, and mumbling into hischest, I barely heard him say, "To Mummy."I was having too much fun. Again, I asked so innocently, "Sorry,sweetie. I couldn't hear you. To whom am I presenting you to?"With his voice cracking slightly, my husband said, "To Mummy. I'm goingto be presented to Mummy, as her sissy. ”He interrupted me impatiently. “Were there thirteen or fifteen players in the team, boy?”Rather than go into a long-winded explanation of the weather conditions prevalent at the mouth of the River Tees in winter I quickly picked a number. “Err — thirteen, sir.”The games master’s face paled with shock, inadvertently I had chosen the number of players in a Rugby League team. He reached into his desk drawer and withdrew a bell, which he hung about my neck to warn the rest of the school I was. . different about this particular septon, not least of which was his relative youth and beauty for a cleric.“I can spare a coin or two, as I’ve said. Courtesy of recent advancement. There’s no High Septon, no Most Devout, but there are still septs, still septons and septas, still Silent Sisters and orders like that. That’s better than what would have happened if Stannis had taken this city. We’d have all been put to the sword, or even worse, possibly the torch if the Red Woman had her way. That. “You couldn’t have caused a fire BEFORE we got in the truck?!”“Hey! Screw you fatso! You think its easy not causing a fire?” Barked Pyro, glaring back at the oversized man.“YES! By not causing a damn fire!!!”“Hey, the moment I control my powers is the day YOU control your bowel movements.”“I concur…” Grumbled Avalanche, returning with an ice pack to place on his head as he leaned against the wall. Looking to their leader draped over the chair, the man spoke up. “So, what’s the plan Mystique?.