We ate in silence and drank most of the bottle of wine; Kelly got rather giggly. When we'd finished, she took the plates and glasses back to the galle..., left them there and came back to the cockpit.Taking my hand, she said, "Come along. The dishes will keep 'til morning, for once," and tugged me to my feet. She led me to my cabin and proceeded to remove the few items of clothing she was wearing. I switched on the cabin light and she covered herself as well as she could with her hands for a few. At the end of the dream I heard a voice tell me, "Hang in there Betty, you'll figure out how it works soon enough!"What a weird dream... huh Steve?" asked Betty, as she casually reached foward and squeezing my leg.The feel of her hand touching me was wonderful. Could it be that she likes me or is she one of those touchie feelie people? I wonder."Yes, that's a pretty..." I cleared my troat. "...strange dream all right." I answered, trying not to let my emotions into my voice."You're so smart. “Come now come now,” the Caravan Master spoke hurriedly, trying to press some authority into his low rough voice, “no one is looking for a fight, what’s going on here?”The human guard glanced briefly at the man, spear still levelled and his tone almost apologetic, “There’s been some changes, the city council elections have resulted in a…” He spared his companion a glance, “A non-human Patrician. Lord Abbachalk. Abbachhk.”The Lizard let out a frustrated little hiss, “Abbacha’ak.”“Right, right,. ..“„NO... Y-YOU C-CAN’T!“„... and while you are getting it, my girl, I want you to think of one thing in particular. Whether you are capable of coherent thought, that is...“„NO... OO... LET ME G-GO... LET ME G-GO!“„... and that is, I say, that Quentin Osman has arranged it all... and that it is he whose slave you now are...“„NO... OOO... NO... OOOOOO!“Julia’s choking cries and protests continued as Madame Vesta walked across to a rack where an astonishing variety of instruments hung in.