The girl was pretty though, and my ability to insist on conversation was hampered by the realisation that I rather liked to hold her hand. I followed ...s she led, and soon the two of us had slipped inside the huge hedge, and were both hidden, quite improperly I realised, from observation from the outside.I turned to Elizabeth, who surprised me somewhat by promptly dropping to her knees while grinning at me. I should have stopped her then and insisted that she explain what was happening, but then. Satisfied, she strode out the store, a stack of my books in hand. Through the open door I could hear her Danish accent, voice booming, but not quite make out the words.I did as she asked, and waited, starting to get impatient. Then one person came, then two and three at a time. In ten minutes there was a pretty big crowd in front of my desk; men and women asking about my book, enquiring when the reading would start, picking up copies and perusing them. Out front, a line was starting and then. " Really, your Highness? May I ask who it is?" Yes you may, Jayti. His name is Abdul Jamal. He's a little older thanyou, but I'm sure he'll mold you into a fine wife. Now I know you wantto know all the details, but I won't tell you everything. After all, he won'tbe able to see you until the day of the marriage." I will just say that it is a fine match and leave it at that. A teacher will besent to you to train you in Islam every day in the afternoon for the nextmonth. After that, you will need. "Your life force added to hers will awaken the girl." Turk turned to see the little girl sit up and blink her eyes. She turned and hugged her father. "Oh daddy, I was so scared." "Everything okay, Julie." The dad said as Julie pushed away with a confused look."Who are you calling Julie?" Marcus' voice came out of the little girls mouth. She turned to the others and smiled. "Turk, it's me... Marcus. We seem to be co-existing in the same body." We can only trust in the Gods that they know what.