”“Wow.” My eyebrows are high, and my eyes must actively refrain from rolling a little.“Yeah, I know.”“That sentence was a journey.”“I...said ‘I know’.”“I accept your reasoning, and I appreciate you clarifying. It helps to see that you are occasionally as lucid as I need you to be.”“You’ve really appointed yourself the leader of this expedition, haven’t you?”“Yeah,” I tell him in atmosphere completely free of irony, “I have.” After several moments of silence, I ask, “Do… you have a problem with. ‘No,’ he said against her ear. ‘It’s me, baby. I’m home now.’ Camille ceased her struggles, her tense body trying to hold itself away from his. ‘Who are you?’ He could hear the panic in her voice, feel it in the quiver of her body. The terror he had seen in her eyes fed the rage that he felt at having been forced to live without her. He wanted to turn her around, take her in his arms and crush her mouth with his, make her understand he was really her Niko. ‘Camille, it’s me,’ he whispered into. I then asked Julia to close the door. I wanted to neither bother anyone nor attract a crowd. I wanted this to be a private performance, if indeed it could be called that, for my sweetheart. I pounded out a couple of simple pieces, just to warm up. Then, I turned to Julia."Got any requests?" I suddenly asked her."Do you know any Beatles songs?" I think I might," I said with a sly grin. I proceeded to play, and provide the vocals for, "Yesterday" and "Let It Be". I knew both of them cold, even. "But I thought..." With swords," Kennedy told her. "Friar Geoffrey never said anything about bamboo sticks. Come along."Two men were fencing. They wore Japanese armor; the "swords" were bamboo.Kennedy grinned. So, there were advantages to reading the schedule!She felt someone touch her shoulder. She turned to see Friar Geoffrey. He hefted a bundle in his hand. "Would you believe it, Lady Kennedy? I found your kendo armor in the trunk?"She smiled. "Do you read minds, sir?" No, put sometimes.