'Yes, I'm fine.' I assured her. 'Just miles away in thought.''You looked worried to death.''A few things on my mind, that's all.'She slid across and c...me to sit opposite me, still wearing a mother hen look. She was a few years older than me and probably for that reason her action seemed to show genuine concern rather than nosiness. 'Anything I can do?' She said. 'I'm good at listening if nothing else.''Just marital problems.' I told her, glad of someone to talk to, but not wanting to go into. You have to move on,” she said. “You need a new companion, a new lover, a new mate.” “I’m fine,” I said. “Melly and me are both fine.” “You are devoting yourself to Melly, darling, and it’s wonderful, but you have your own needs too. Melly will go to college, or move away sometime. She may get married and leave you. But something worse might happen.” “What do you mean?” I asked. “What would be worse, darling, is that she might not do any of those things. She may not, because she wants to care. I did it, and hated it because I loved it but didn't love him any more. I fucked him because I was his wife. And I liked getting fucked. There was no moral or logical reason not to have sex with your husband if he wanted it and you wanted to get fucked. I'd rather have had some prince charming come and do me instead of the ogre. But hey, nothing's perfect. I liked it even less when he stopped asking me. But the thing that bothered me about doggie style was the way it made me feel. When I assume. We didn’t know it was you! Don’t kill us. I have a family.”“Perhaps you should have thought of your family’s well-being before attacking defenseless ships,” Genrico spat. “Tell me who ordered the attack!”“The priests,” a young man said quickly. “It was Father Gwinnel.”“Serratian priests?” Joseph asked.“Yes, Your Majesty,” the man continued. “He is the head of the Western Enclave.”“Has he ordered other attacks?” Joseph asked.“On the convoys coming from Tyrell,” the man continued.“Did you attack.