"I would love to meet you in person," he wrote. "Tomorrow night."I didn't answer."I'm going to be at Mocha J's. Meet me there at 8."My heart sunk.I ha... no reason not to... except that Cat still wasn't real.It had been months since I started this. And at the beginning, if I had achance to get Martin to fall in love with this girl and then stand himup, I would have been laughing my ass off. Now I thought it was atragedy. I was the only girl he ever opened up to and I didn't exist. Ihated him at. He gave me her signed indenture contract."She got any clothes?" I asked."Clogs," he said."What's your name?" I asked the girl who was standing at my elbow, watching the proceedings."Ain't saying," she said, looking down again.I looked at the indenture contract. "Says Penelope Claggett, that right?"She sniffed."Get your shoes and come along. We'll get us some food." Rather go barefoot," she said.I offered her my hand and she stuck both of hers behind her, but she followed me to the town's only. "Camilla, you know well the name," he said. He spoke quite fluent English with only a touch of an accent and the occasional odd phrasing. "I have heard you to use it yourself. But the man who has breached these castle walls must be very formidable. And I hear is also great baritone." He is," she told him firmly. "Get to know him, Mario, you're going to be seeing a lot of him in the future."Minaghieri inclined his head slightly. "One who sings with Mario Minaghieri and Camil­la St. John will. She then pulled her top off over her head and unsnapped the catch on the front of her bra and pulled it away from her breasts and off her arms. He turned and went to the closet and came back with two arm cuffs and a spreader bar. He toss the bar at her feet and she obediently put her hands in front of her. He put the cuffs on her wrists and hauled them up over her head and clipped them to a ring in the headboard. He then resolutely strode to the other end of the bed and attached first one.