." Echoed in his brain.He now had his first wish.He got out of bed and headed toward the kitchen,A Silk blue nightie he had always worn flowing behind...him.Sitting down at the Table,he collected his thoughts.Holding the first bead,he began speaking to the unknown granter."My First wish is for World peace,in the form that no man or woman ever desire harm on another.instead,let Everyone be filled with understandingand love for each other..."The Old man knew at once what happened.Gods,this was. “There is a but… Almost all the Goddess’s worshippers and priestesses are on Harold’s side. They will do everything they can to save Harold. Can we trust them? If Harold isn’t k**napped and apparently out of action we have little chance of finding the King. Mohan thinks that Harold is the real danger. He doesn’t think that any woman is a threat to him. Once Harold is neutralised Mohan will relax and that will give the rest of us a chance. I think we can trust the Goddess’s worshippers but. One-by-one, I examined those with reason to want me either to be either dead, or dead broke. Each person failed to fill fit the facts, except... Deirdre... My dear aunt had a motive if I accepted that my being discovered cut into her inheritance and – may be more importantly – her father’s attention. If I indulged my suspicious nature, I could imagine Deirdre deciding to bed me was her way of replacing some of the attention she was accustomed to getting from her father. If I went really out on. Somehow, when they were alone and cuddling on the sofa together, they spoke the same language when not talking but kissing instead. No matter, when not kissing, so far on the opposite ends in their opinions, they always ended up butting heads in an argument over nothing and over everything. He was just as unconscious of the repercussions of his carbon imprint on the planet as he was about his mindless waste of natural resources whether it was fossil fuels, flower, fauna or water. Conservation.