They pushed and shoved us around, to make us go with them, but they didn’t take out their knives; probably thought they didn’t need to.”“And t...ey were right. Did you at any time think of using your knives to fight them off?” The girl sobbed, “No, Chief. We were too upset and crying all the time. We thought we would never see our families and friends again.”“It was at this point that I assume you met High Chief John?”“Yes, Chief. He shouted, “STOP!”, or “HALT!” or something, and that was it.. "A nice accident, but we both know it didn’t mean anything . . . more than that. You were trying to comfort me, and I appreciated it. I still do." Simon was silent, watching her. She didn't really think that, he was sure. She was . . . well, he didn't know what she was doing. Staving off embarrassment? Letting him down easy? Avoiding her feelings? "How do we know that?" He took another step closer. "You haven't asked me. I haven't asked you. So how do we know?" Connie had no idea what to say.. "And?" David prompted."And she started a riot by refusing the bath, and demanding the serving girls she used to have when the old Emir was alive. She had planned all this for a while and was going round the unhappier of the women, like me, like..."She broke off."Like?" he prompted her again.Eyes downcast, Davina whispered, "Like your mother, when she was here."Since David did not explode, she continued, "And the women you have not chosen. Most of them think, as I do, that Maryam will be First. David explained that although he was a widower that he really did like to keep the place spick and span. “I even make the bed each morning,” he commented.“I find that hard to believe. In fact I’d need to see that with my own eyes,” said Gillian with a glance towards the stairs, “I don’t imagine either my father or my husband has ever made a bed in their lives.”David decided to find out if he was reading the signals right. “You know Chris is a very lucky man to have such a beautiful wife,” he.