" Hello," said Sherman. "Where and when are we going today, Mr. Peabody?" Set the Wayback Machine for Cairo, Egypt and the year 1916, Sherman. We're o...f to visit Lt. T. E. Lawrence of the British Royal Army." Sherman adjusted the controls and we stepped into the Wayback Machine (my own invention, by the way) and in less time than it takes to tell it we were standing outside Lieutenant Lawrence's personal quarters. I knocked on the door and a voice inside bade us enter. We were soon in the. On the dais at the North end of his great hall, the lord of the Hai Krun had listened to the words from a throne made of the finest bone and deerskin without moving or speaking. His toe had not tapped impatiently against the cold stone tiles, nor had his hands tightened their grip against the leather arms of his chair. Yet the eyebrow had steadily risen above his steely-blue glare and it was obvious to those present that he had not the ear for the royal message being recited. Darrak, though he. Red tinted skies looked over me. I waved to the girl crossing the street in front of me.“Master!” She squealed. She must’ve been wearing contact lenses or had had lasik surgery. Bethany, my redheaded hairdresser, was more than a little startled. “Is Mistress Tanner doing well?”“It’s a boy!” I shouted forcing myself to drill into as much glee and energy as I could harness. There was genuine energy down there. The tint of fear that I was going to miss more and more of their lives. Their. This was. You had to know what you were getting into with or without the pay. You can’t be that mad at her. I mean you were willing to fuck all those guys for free,” he said sagely. “That still doesn’t make it right,” I said, still in a rage. Fuck if Norman didn’t make sense. “I don’t know ma’am. But to answer your earlier question, I get tipped by the ladies for the bodyguard work.” “Oh yeah, what kind of tip?” “The green kind. 100. Each.” “That seems fair, given how this could have gone down.” I.