When I glanced towards the ocean, after the boy had departed on his wood gathering errand, Ulla was in the water, swimming. Time for a cold beer I tho...ght, leaving the woman to her bathing. The barbecue was a success. The boys, their enthusiasm and lust for life ensured nothing less. Beer flowed like blood on a battlefield, and there were a few casualties as a result. I smelled the sweet scent of something other than tobacco, and being in ignorant middle-age myself, pretended not to notice.. I hoped never to have to use these skills, but I was now prepared if it ever became necessary.****There was another five-months delay before anything significant happened. At last, there was a girl among the serfs who had reached her 14th birthday. The queen was informed, and she set herself up as matchmaker. The girl, Mary Nav (by this time, the name of Navigator had been shortened), was to be married to me. Actually, that was to keep the queen happy, because the custom of fixed couples had. Says she still loves him, then asks when we can get together again. He threw her out with nothing. I'm not a complete asshole, so I gave her a little money, paid for an apartment for six months, shit, I'm even paying for the marriage counseling. I eased her down, apologised for messing with her marriage, and thought it best we not see each other until she resolves things with her husband."Well, that earned him points. "Good. Now back to what I was saying. Stop it. You're putting pressure on. "Tell me what's wrong, Sweetie. I'm sure that we can fix it, what ever it is," I told her."Nothing is wrong!" she told me with a sniffle. "Everything is too right!" she moaned and started to cry again. This statement really confused me. If things were all right, why was she crying??I held her for a further time. She was so soft and warm, and her hair smelled of the herbal shampoo that she had washed it with. Eventually, she calmed down some again."Tell me what is so right," I asked her.