People gathered around the yard but all kept their distance and watched our dance. None of them could have matched us and like a class of art students... they all wanted to see two masters at work. We provided them a show and gave her an opportunity to question me without being disturbed or overheard.“Faster, now.” Sister Emily instructed.We doubled our speed, still matching each other’s pace and precision. She matched my attacks with an ease that showed that against a single sword she had. I watched from the window beside my main door. It was a beggar lady. She was partially drenched in the light rain.She wanted to get some shelter. As all my nearby houses are located deep inside the compound boundary, she may have chosen my house. I felt pity and sympathy and rushed to open the gate. She was looking around 40 years old, mature woman, not dusky not fair, the typical Indian complexion.She was wearing a simple saree and blouse, which was not totally drenched. But there was no. Still, I would feel a whole lot better after I successfully handed the package over to my employers in Rome.The announcements were coming fast and furious in a jumble of languages all saying the exact same thing. When I heard the German version that their train was ready to depart, I noticed that Olga started to pick up her gear and looked at me waiting to get the word to move out. It confirmed to me that she also was conversant in German as well as the other languages I already knew about.We. " Right now?" They'll be here in fifteen minutes." Damn," she exclaimed, standing quickly up. "Stupid interruptions." I know," I said regretfully, looking at her naked body, knowing I'd been less than a minute away from finally entering it."Oh well," she shook her head sadly, as frustrated as I was, probably more so. "The best laid plans and all that." She took a good look at herself, at her dripping body. "I need to get cleaned up before they get here. I can't go home smelling like this." No,".